Bodyguard

They scanned her again and got a beep at her chest.

"Put your hands up- palms facing out." They yelled as she got out of the car.
"Protocol, Ms. Rose," Crimson reassured and followed with her as she stuck her hands out and walked ahead. "Follow their orders. You're doing just fine. I'm right behind you."

They led her out into an open field. Twelve- thirteen men dressed in full grey and black suits, equipped with vests and helmets surrounded the area. A lone leader approached her from the crowd, he motioned for Officer Crimson to get back. He carried a pack on his front, large and bulky, both for protection and supplies.

"My name is Trevor Han, I'm going to get this off of you- I just need you to remain calm and keep your hands out in front."

She nodded.

"I need to see the device. I will have to remove your shirt." He calmly explained the process of cutting once up her back, and once in the front. The shirt feathered to the ground at her feet.
"Now I need to examine the device. I will start in the back, you will feel me touch you, and then I will move to the front."

She bit her tongue to not cry. This was embarrassing and scary being so exposed.

Trevor started a more thorough examination than Crimson had, sliding his fingers under the straps to feel the wires and palpate them gently.

"The control device is in the padding on the left side." He pulled it back slightly from her chest. "I will cut along this seam. Continue to remain calm and stay perfectly still." He slid the shears into the soft padding and began to snip. White and grey powder spilled out onto her chest.

A muffled beeping started and a bright red, digital 2:00 began counting down.