Inside the stroller was not a sleeping baby, as the surrounding crowd had assumed, but a small, carefully crafted wooden box. Its polished surface reflected the harsh airport lighting, and strange, unfamiliar symbols were etched into its sides. The initial wave of panic gave way to confusion as onlookers exchanged puzzled glances.
The woman who had been pushing the stroller trembled visibly, hastily trying to cover the box again with a blanket. But it was too late — Officer Andrei and his loyal service dog, Luna, were already beside her. Luna sat rigidly, her tail stiff, clearly signaling that the discovery was important.
Andrei’s sharp gaze locked on the box while the hum of the terminal seemed to fade into the background. Curious travelers began to gather, whispering among themselves as tension filled the air. Andrei reached for his radio, his voice steady but urgent:
“We have a situation here at Terminal D. Need support immediately.”
Within minutes, additional airport security personnel arrived, forming a barrier to keep the crowd at bay. The woman’s earlier defiance crumbled as she sank into a chair provided by an officer. Her hands shook as she clutched her purse, glancing nervously between Andrei and the mysterious box.
“It’s not what it looks like,” she stammered, her voice trembling as the officers pressed in for answers.
But what exactly was she hiding inside the intricately marked box — and why was she so desperate to protect it?
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