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In just nine hours, now, that same driver's license would be getting her served in a hotel bar in Puerto Vallarta. The terminal beckoned, complete with restaurants, overpriced gadgets, and magazines for people who hadn't brought anything to do.
Half-blinded, she wandered over to the chair in a daze.
She stepped back through, and sure enough, she got another buzz and flash. They'd certainly made that thing hard to miss, hadn't they?
Heather had never been more jealous of a collection of random strangers in her life.
After a few moments of sending luckier travelers on their way, Keisha let the new arrival, Frankie, take over. It was stupid and pointless, but her only hope for getting to her plane, her vacation, and everything that went with it was to do what Keisha said and convince her that she was a good little airline traveler like everyone else. Keisha took out a small wand-like device with two blinking lights on the tip and began running it over Heather's body, starting with her bare feet.
It felt like it was jabbing straight into her optic nerve.
"OK, ma'am," the guard said, "if you'd like to step back through and come over here? "We're going to need to do some additional security procedures." The guard reached over to the radio clipped to her collar. We've got a bit of a situation, here, and I need you to take over for me for a bit." Heather heard Frankie respond in a staticky tone as she stepped through the metal detector again.