“He knew you were nervous, that’s all,” Misha said, grabbing Tomas by the back of the neck—a grounding, heavy pressure. “Keep walking. Don’t look back. We’re just two tourists going home.”
Tomas took a shuddering breath and leaned into the touch. The metal detector was behind them, but the real hunt was only just beginning. 🔍 Explore the Lore WH - Misha & Tomas RAW - AIRPORT SECURITY.mp4
Tomas took a step closer, his knuckles white against the rim of the plastic bin. His eyes met Misha’s for a fraction of a second. It was a silent conversation: Do we run? Misha gave a microscopic shake of his head. Wait. “He knew you were nervous, that’s all,” Misha
Misha lowered his arms. His muscles ached from the tension. He walked toward the belt where Tomas was already grabbing their gear with frantic, jerky movements. They didn't speak until they were deep in the terminal, buried in the anonymity of the crowd near Gate B12. We’re just two tourists going home
“Problem, sir?” the agent asked, stopping his pat-down at Misha’s ribs.