We changed into the allegiance of the TSA, which I must say, felt very baggy. Hopefully no one notices.
"Okay, let's go," she said.
"Go where?" I asked.
"Searching," she responded, as she hopped up the stairs, pressuring me to follow. We moved through the city of cargo boxes, which guards slipped through the path the crate buildings gave.
Waves were in the hands of every man who was searching for the both of us. "Okay, so how are we supposed to search if there are guards moving in and out every second. Now, I know we're one of them, but wouldn't they be a bit suspicious about our certain act?" I asked.
"I doubt so," she said. "We're guards, they'll understand."
"You better hope so," I said, muttering to myself. "Then, how do you even expect to find it in time?"
