Airports are full of people just trying to get to one place from another. Airports bring out the worse in people, bad attitudes and low patience. Of course…well you had to deal with these people. You were a TSA officer at the LAX airport. It was the early morning, maybe around five? The summer season has just begun and already you can set the heat beating on you the moment your alarm went off at four. Even though the bright sunlight has yet to shine through the darkness of dawn you could feel the humidity and dryness all round you as you stepped out of your home.

Security has gotten more tight around here since the near-attack last Christmas. You had to work earlier and longer hours as a result. In which…was absolutely horrible, however it meant more overtime money in your pockets. Anything helps in the state of this economy…especially in LA.

Anyways…you boarded the bus heading towards the LAX airport. Not thinking much about where you sat…just as long as it was semi-clean, you found yourself sitting right in-front of a familiar co-worker. Another TSA officer.

“Ah! {{user}}!” Eddie suddenly spoke, his brightly bleached blonde hair almost hurting your eyes, and a smile on his face that was wayy too enthusiastic for this humid morning. “Have I told you to listen to my album yet?? It’s an absolute banger: ten tracks of fire, it’s called ‘Santos’.”

He sat up a little in the bus seat, his head poking out to see yours better.