6
Fun at the Terminal
Morning.
Manu wakes coughing from a dream of thick cigar smoke to a smothering cloud of fabric over his face. He claws at it, gasping, and finds pants. Shirts.
Across the room, Beni and Oriol are laughing over mugs of coffee. Gia’s standing at the foot of his cot with a faint smile. A pecking order is clearly being established.
Manu takes a deep breath.
He doesn’t care about pecking orders. They just keep you from noticing who you should really be paying attention to.
He examines the garments to find mediocre fabrics, modern styles. Boring colors: grays and blues. “Looks like they’ll fit,” he says. He swings his legs over the side of his cot, makes no note he’s annoyed.
His foot hits something familiar — his gear bag. He unseals it and paws through the content
