Shattered

Fragment Five

   I finally arrived at the only cheap and decent airport in Cyprus, Ercan International Airport. Quite huge, but it's very, very... what can I call it? Fragile, insecure... hackable! That's it! It's very hackable.

Not many people know coding in Cyprus, so many don't know how weak the technology secure system is. You could splinter the weapon detector with a drop of water, you could electrocute it with a bottle of water, or you could disfunction it with an Amstrad CPC 464. Shame on them, shame on them.

Anyways, America's airport is more complex, so I won't even attempt to bring a weapon through. The thing is, I don't even have a passport. In this case, no one in their right mind would think that they could get away with someone else's passport, but I? Totally  do-able.

I look up to see the chart that's half broken with the flight times and directions. And just as I was about to say the forbidden words, another flight popped up. Chicopee, Massachussets, ten o' nine A.M. On time. It's currently five in the morning. What's a five hour wait? I sat down on the nearby chairs and looked at the ceiling as I slouched back. The roof had glitter on it. Most likely minerals. They looked nice though, quite calming. I closed my eyes, exhaled a frightening breath, and fell asleep. When I woke up three hours later, the airport was filled with people. Many different looks walking around, rolling their little suitcases. Then I remembered something. I forgot to bring clothes. I quickly ran to the nearest restroom, locked myself in a stall, and took my laptop out. Lightly, I launched it on, and searched for the Command Prompt application. Typed in a couple of words, codes, and numbers, and after five stressful minutes, what I needed to see popped up.

"Ercan International Airport, passengers to Chicopee, Massachusetts. Thirty-one. "

I continued typing a few more commands, and finally my screen was showered with names, ages, genders, races, everything. Everyone who was on the ten o' nine flight to Chicopee were in front of me. I searched for a similar face.

"Amanda Rogers, Age 18, Female, Cypriot."

She looked kind of like me, I could work with it. She just had longer hair, no glasses, and fancy clothes. Easily replicable. I stood up, closed my laptop, and got out of that bathroom. I searched for Gate B, and when I saw it, I sat next to it. Before when I was looking at the chart, I noticed a flight to Europe. I assumed that at least one wealthy person was on that trip.

"Kola Jeon, Age 32, Female, Chinese, Net Worth: Fourty-three hundred thousand dollars."

Good enough, I said to myself. I sat on the chairs nearby the gate and waited for her. It had to be thirty minutes before I saw her long, curly, black hair brushing against her slim eyes. There aren't many East Asians in Cyprus, so I noticed her from a mile away. She sat down next to me and smiled.

- "Hēi, zěnmeliǎo? Wǒ shì Zennor, hěn gāoxìng jiàn dào nǐ!" I said. "Hello, what's up? My name is Zennor, nice to meet you."

- "I speak English, you know."

- "Oh, my bad! What's your name?"

- "Kola Jeon."

- "Wow, really pretty name, Jeon."

- "Yeah, thanks. I didn't expect you to know Chinese traditions."

- "I know over thirteen languages and how they work, have to for what I'm working as." I responded.

- "Oh well, okay! Can you watch my stuff for a quick five minutes? I have to go to the bathroom, my flight is about to leave, I think I should go before."

- "Oh sure thing!" What an idiot. Who leaves their luggage with a random person? Well, whatever, the easier the better.

I took her luggage into the men's restroom that was next to the ladies' restroom that she had entered, put my hood up, and looked down. No one noticed. Morons. I went into a stall, searching for the fanciest dresses that I could find. After tearing her suitcase apart, I found a red, short, flower dress. I took it, shoved it in my small bag, and ran out of the stall. I went into the women's restroom, searching frantically for her.

- "Jeon? Jeon where are you? I need help, I've been robbed!"

She quickly flushed and ran out of a stall behind me.

- "Zennor, what do you mean?! Where are my bags?"

- "A man ran by and stole your luggage! He just ran away with it! I tried following him but a crowd of people got in my way and then I lost him! I think he went into the men's restroom though, go check while I call security!"

- "Oh god, alright! Hurry!"

Foolish. Anyhow, I hid behind a plant, threw the dress over my thin layer of clothing, put my hair in a messy ponytail so the length couldn't be determined, took my glasses off, and stared right into her eyes.

*Greek* - "Do I know you?"

*Greek* - "Oh hi! Amanda's your name right? I heard that you were a bit lost with where to go. The guys that handle the cameras had been staring at you for a while and thought you looked a bit suspicious." I said.

*Greek* - "Oh my, never! And yes I'm a bit lost, do you mind guiding me to Gate B? You work here right?"

*Greek* - "Yes ma'am! No worries, just follow me and we'll be there shortly. Do you want me to go grab a cart for your suitcases? I noticed they're very heavy and you're carrying them all!"

*Greek* - "Oh yes, thank you! There's Gate B! I'll sit by the chairs nearby and wait for you."

*Greek* - "Sure thing!"

I ran to the nearest cart deposit and grabbed one. I ran back to Gate B's waiting room and greeted Rogers again. I put her suitcases on the cart and put her handbag on top. She made me follow her to every little store the airport had. As a worker passed by, I carelessly snatched his set of keys. Then, after thirty minutes had passed, it was finally nine thirty. While she went into another store, I stood outside. I wondered how she didn't notice that I clearly didn't work here. All of the other STAFF were wearing uniforms. And just as if she was reading my mind, she pops out of the store's doorway and says *Greek* "Hey, how come you're not wearing uniform?"

I almost melted, but I managed to think of something quickly.

*Greek* -"Well, you see, I'm an apprentice public helper. I'm just hanging around helping people with where they need to go. The workers saw me and said they were cool with it. I've helped over sixteen people now, and I'm glad to be of service. I'm not doing bad am I?"

*Greek* - "Oh no, not at all! I was just curious is all."

*Greek* - "Oh thank god! Anyways, would you like to go into another store? I'll wait outside."

*Greek* -"Sure!"

As she headed into a cosmetics bargain, I took her passport out of her bag. I headed into the store she was in, took a red lipstick and purple eyeshadow right underneath the camera's view, and went to check on her. By this time she was already done, so before heading out, I told her that I knew a secret supply of unlimited makeup that my friend in the electrical section of the airport was giving out for free. She begged me to lead her to it, and so I did. I unlocked the door with the worker's keys that I had stolen, and once she stepped inside, I said...

*Greek* - "Go right in, she's just in her office to the left, I'll wait out here since the hall is too small for your things."

She agreed, and as she was about to turn left into the dark hall, I softly closed the door and locked it. I could hear her saying "hello?" repeatedly, which was amazing. I ran to Gate B, which by now was boarding. I quickly put the makeup on while waiting in line, and when it was my turn to be verified by the lady checking the passports, I gave her a box smile, just like Amanda's. With an Asian lady screaming for her bags and a fancy Cypriot banging on the electrical room's door in the background, I stepped into the plane, and rested my head on the soft seat that I had worked three hours for.