"Have you heard? The reason The Ninth Bureau’s plane has been circling and not landing is because they found a bunch of bombs at the airport!"
"What?!!!!!!!"
A reporter, God knows where he got the info from, ca rushing over in a panic to tell his colleague.
But when he said it, he was way too worked up, didn’t control his volu at all, and a few reporters nearby heard every word.
One fat guy grabbed him by the collar in one swoop and yanked him hard right up in front of his face.
"What did you say??????"
"There are bombs in this airport right now!!"
He didn’t bother to lower his voice at all, and in an instant every reporter on scene knew about it.
Not just the reporters.
Even the passersby nearby who heard it all stared at them in shock.
Especially when they saw these people were reporters, with gear hanging off them, the credibility of the whole thing shot up several notches on the spot.
A passerby ca over to probe, panic written all over his face. "Are you... are you guys shooting a movie or sothing? What bombs?"
"How could there possibly be bombs in an airport?"
The first person who’d heard about it in the beginning now had a sowhat bitter look on his face.
He hadn’t ant to blow this up so big.
When they track it back later, he’ll definitely be called in for tea and questioning for inciting public panic.
Watching him stamr forever without getting out a full sentence,
the person who’d co over to ask started to get nervous too.
Anyone who’s been tempered by society has at least so sense for reading people.
When they see that kind of evasive gaze and that he can’t get a straight answer out forever, they know the thing might actually be real.
He turned around and bolted!
Not a shred of hesitation.
The guy grabbed his suitcase and ran like hell.
He yanked his wife up and took off.
Because his wife couldn’t keep up with his pace, she tripped and fell twice in a row.
He saw it and was furious. "I told you to work out and you never did. Now look! There are bombs here, run!!"
He didn’t lower his voice at all when he yelled at his wife.
Everyone around heard it.
Shock spread across more and more faces.
Including the two cops on patrol. They exchanged a look; they’d already been briefed long ago, they’d just been circling to keep order.
When they saw soone had sohow already found out, the two of them knew: this is bad!
"Second floor, Exit C, second floor, Exit C, requesting backup, requesting backup!"
"People here sohow found out, mass panic is about to break out, requesting backup!"
As they spoke, the two of them sprinted to the exit, threw up a police line, blocked the flow of people, and shouted, "Please line up in order! No stampeding, no pushing, follow the rules!"
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Over on the reporters’ side, the first guy who’d discovered this and blurted it out stared, dumbstruck, at the scene in front of him.
His sense of how tightly people cling to life and death just got bumped up another level.
He could see clearly now how much chaos a real major incident can stir up through panic.
He started regretting it.
He really shouldn’t have just blurted it to his buddy right here.
Then that random guy wouldn’t have overheard and spread it.
Right now the airport security staff probably hate his guts, and they’re definitely going to co investigate this later.
Just thinking about facing their questioning later made his head throb.
He should’ve pulled his friend quietly off to the side, told him there, and then the two of them could’ve slipped out together.
Now look.
He couldn’t get away even if he wanted to.
Not that he literally couldn’t leave—he just couldn’t leave quickly. Right now all the exits were jamd up, people were being let through in an orderly line.
Seeing the lines forming, so people who had no idea what was going on just instinctively followed the crowd over.
Once they saw a line, so people started asking what had happened.
Rumors snowballing in this world is a terrifying thing. By the ti it passed into the ears of soone they trusted, "there are bombs at the airport" had already turned into "there are terrorists at the airport using bombs to kill people, hiding in the dark."
The panic spiked instantly.
Everyone was desperate to get out.
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"Hey, look, there’s actually a plane landing right now??"
The reporter who’d gotten the news first had been standing helplessly at the window, staring up at the sky.
Through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass, he actually saw that while all the planes in the sky were circling, one plane suddenly just ca straight down.
Huh???
Why? Did it not get the ssage from the control tower? Is its comm system busted?
Seeing that plane charging in unflinchingly to land, his head was full of questions.
More and more people noticed the plane too. The crowd at the windows thickened, everyone staring at it coming in.
As the plane got closer and closer, they finally realized it was actually a private jet.
Definitely not a comrcial airliner. No airline would ever pick sothing that small.
At most that little thing could cram ten or so people tops. If a comrcial carrier used that, they’d lose their shirts.
As the plane flew closer and closer,.
suddenly soone with sharp eyes spotted it: there was The Ninth Bureau’s logo on the plane!
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