23-05-2025
I was young, successful — then I had a psychotic break
'Bomb!'
Again. Tell them again.
'Bomb! There's a bomb in my bag!'
The conveyor belt slams to a halt and an alarm screams. People rush away and rush forward, dive to my right and hop to my left, and now smartphone camera lights are flashing. Then I am surrounded by security personnel.
'Ma'am, you'll need to come with me please.'
The woman speaking is dressed as an airport official. But she's part of the sex-trafficking ring I fled weeks before in LA. I just know.
What to do? Follow her to arrest, to interrogation? Or run? The guards flanking her are armed. They escort me, against my will, to a low-lit room where an injection is produced. A lethal injection.
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As it turns out,
