Inside the stroller was not a sleeping infant as everyone had assumed, but a small, intricately crafted wooden box. Its polished surface gleamed under the airport’s harsh lighting, and a series of strange symbols were etched along its sides. Panic gave way to confusion. The woman, now visibly trembling, tried to cover up the box with the blanket again, but Officer Andrei was already by her side, gently but firmly asking her to step back.
Luna sat obediently beside the stroller, eyes fixed on the box, tail stiff, signaling the importance of what she had discovered. The hum of the terminal seemed to fade as curious onlookers gathered, whispering in hushed tones. Andrei knelt beside the stroller, examining the box with cautious eyes, aware of the growing crowd but focused on the task at hand.
He reached for his radio, calling for backup. “We have a situation here at Terminal D. Need support immediately.” His voice was calm but carried an urgency that spurred his colleagues into action. Within minutes, additional airport security personnel arrived, cordoning off the area and gently ushering curious travelers away from the scene.
