Komodo raised his phone to his ear. “¿Halo?”
“There’s a bomb.”
“Saya mengerti. Terima kasih.”
Komodo rose & walked down the aisle while the towns raced by outside. The other passengers were just as oblivious.
Komodo’s nose wiggled as he turned his head left & right, left & right. Then he stopped by a pair o’ seats 2 rows past the front. He saw 1 occupant: a woman in business apparel looking @ him warily.
“Permisi, Madam, ¿tapi bisa saya cek di bawah kursi Anda?”
The woman raised a brow, but rose & backed ‘way.
Komodo leaned down under the seat & dug round with his steel claws, feeling round the cold plastic on his scales.
Then he felt a bump & picked off the rectangle. He examined it for a moment, & then crushed it in his palm.
He rose & said, “Terima kasih,” before sidling out & walking back to his own seat. He could feel the woman’s twisted brows on the back o’ his neck, but didn’t look back.