[Margo] About That Business Card…

The shift was really dragging on. Margo was tapping her foot impatiently, scanning people when necessary, and constantly dwelling on the fact that Mr. Eszes’s manuscript had been mere feet from her at one point. She told and retold herself that it wasn’t her fault. Margo’s only as good as the information she’s given.

Another detector goes off. “Sir, please hold your arms out straight and to your sides.” The man stepped ahead a little so Margo could get behind him.

He laughs. “I know the routine. Probably forgot a key or my phone or something. Always forgetting something.” Margo passed the wand lazily over the man in the usual pattern.

“All right, now turn around.” She continued her scan.

“Whoa, I wonder who the suits are.” Suits?

She turned back slightly to see the men he was referring to. Margo suddenly hoped that her face and her breathing didn’t reveal her inner terror. A conspicuous group of men in black suits was moving toward the security checkpoint.

“I think you’re actually good to go, sir. False alarm, maybe?” She began to walk away.

“What? False alarm? Is this what passes for security around here?” sputtered the man as Margo raced off. Lester noticed the commotion and put on his unhappy face. Before he could even say anything, Margo had already ducked down below the table where the suitcase was hidden. She popped it open quickly rifled through the pockets until she found two things: the promised business card for contact and…the proverbial jackpot. Miklós had filled out a postcard, but apparently he forgot to send it. Margo pocketed both items.

“What are you doing now? Go back and finish scanning, Margo. I shouldn’t have to keep reminding you to do your job,” Lester rattled off his rant, putting on a show for the travelers going through the checkpoint.

“Fuck OFF, Lester!” He immediately recoiled from Margo as she stood up and went for the door that led to their break room and the service entrance. She needed to get to her locker as quickly as possible at this point.

As much as she was annoyed to have the contents of her bag piled in the bottom of her locker, it was worth it to have the business card and postcard, absolutely worth it. She dug out her phone, put it in her pocket. Somewhere in the pile was her pistol. The moment Margo had her hand around its grip, she heard quick steps approaching from the direction of the concourse. Margo quickly brought the gun out from the locker and steadied her aim on the intruder’s head.

Interruption:
Who has joined Margo in the break room? Good guy? Bad guy? Lester? A wizard? (Please not a wizard, although…well, not my choice!)

As always, any other suggestions are welcome!