I hear a scream as my gaze lingers on the spot where my spotter has gone. Then there is only silence. I should go check it out. After all, if something happens, they might think to recheck people for bombs and the like. And that is something I cannot afford. I check my watch: 5:10. I should have enough time to feign taking a pee to see what had happened.
Oh no! This story doesn't have a sequel. Want to fill in the blanks and write one?