The airport is always full of people, it's ridiculous the amount of noise in this place, and it's also early, very early for me. Some strange movements near the check-in area caught Mitch's attention. "Hey... guys... I think there's something wrong" he said uncertainly, arousing the curiosity of the now shrinking group as they saw something unusual coming from the head of the line. "I don't think I see any... " Kevin began to say, but was soon interrupted by a high-pitched scream that frightened all of us and many other people around us, opening a frightening circle of people around one particular individual, who was now issuing orders to the crowd "Shut up, everyone, I don't want to absolutely no movement,” the man said shakily, sounding unsure of his own words. The boy was tall, a little muscular but a little messy and dirty, with baggy clothes hanging off his body. The appearance was very similar to that of a Filipino, but I wasn't so sure. He had a thick cap, which covered his uneven buzz cut, and only an ugly, unkempt beard was visible on his face. I couldn't see very well, but what I saw was enough to drag Kevin carefully to my side, blocking Esther and Kirstie who were behind us. His loose clothing could hide another weapon besides the one he was holding, and I don't think I, or anyone else here, would risk stopping him. The man was crazy. “Girls, please be quiet and sit down.” I whispered, as Scott and Darrien understood my gesture and joined us to hide the girls while Mitch retreated a few steps and hugged them. Now they were trembling from the shock of the situation. “Leave your bags and your phone now!” Suddenly the man pointed his gun at a woman still missing in the queue, drawing my gaze back to her face. Carefu......middle of paper......scared everyone around making some people run and shout free men and women, who hid their heads in their hands. As he turned the gun in his hand, it seemed to release something. A bullet fell to the ground, barely audible, and both the woman and I looked in the same direction. Then he met my eyes and then I was afraid. There was a certain menace in the way he looked at me, and I swear I saw his white teeth tighten his lips in an angry gesture. I cursed myself because, in an extreme circumstance like this, I felt uncontrollably attracted to the girl's lush sensuality. Turning his gaze to the bullet, he kicked the object in my direction, replacing the empty pistol with a magazine in his hand. How did it get there? As I wondered, she looked at me, almost ordering something. Without looking at the piece of iron, I got the message and pushed it onto Kevin's back, who elbowed me..