At terminal 5 of the JFK international airport.
A man had a picture in his hand, he stood, while resting his elbows on the glass railing, and looked at the arrivals down at terminal 4. His eyes fell on an ashy gray haired young man who had queued up as well to get his travel documents and luggage checked.
The young man had on a black ensemble: a baseball cap, a shirt left untucked, slimfit jeans, and gumboots; all in black. He was bobbing his head up and down; it seemed he was listening to music judging from the black wireless earsets that contrasted his pink ears.
Although they had a blurred image of him, the young man stood out too much among the sea of men and women who had just arrived in New York. A malicious glint flushed in the eyes of the man holding the young man's picture as he flicked it. He turned back to four of his friends who had occupied a table at the café on that floor.
"He's here", he spoke.
