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Elizabeth. He felt accepted as one of the guys and could not wait
to launch his exciting weekend.
    The Handelairs had flown out the night before.
Marcus planned to relax on the plane in the first-class seat
provided by Jonathon. O’Hare Airport was bustling with weekend
travelers. Lines were long and Marcus was amazed that there were so
many people going somewhere at any moment. He marveled as he
strolled past the lengthy coach check-in line and walked right up
to the First-Class counter. Living large like this was part of his
mother’s goals for him from his birth. She saw college as the way
to the good life, and despite Marcus’ basketball and college hard
luck, this weekend offered Marcus another taste of Jonathon
Handelair’s lifestyle. Exactly what his mother wished for him. He
felt great.
    His quick pace through the airport was indicative of
his excitement – First Class Flight, a big casino hotel, Vegas
Shows, a strip club (probably) and camaraderie with the fellows. He
whistled the theme song of one of the Las Vegas commercials and
ringing in his ears was the city’s travel theme, “What happens in
Vegas stays in Vegas”.
    As he headed toward the gate, he proudly displayed
his first class ticket to one of O’Hare’s Transportation Security
Administration employees. He had to remove his shoes and place them
on the conveyer belt along with his overnight bag, keys and wallet.
He walked through the metal detector and waited for his stuff to
descend through the conveyer belt ramp. The attendant stopped the
belt and called over one of the other TSA guards. He looked at the
monitor and asked Marcus,
    “Sir, did you pack your own bags?
    “Yes, sir, I did. Is there something wrong?”
    Marcus felt the presence of other people from
behind. “This must be a practical joke by one of Elizabeth’s
brothers,” he thought. “They have pulled some wild pranks.”
    “Well, Mr. Imari. We have a little problem.”
    He heard those last words before three huge TSA
guards tackled him to the ground. Despite being a big, strong
person, Marcus respected authority and did not resist. It is what
he did for living and he understood the consequences of being
uncooperative. With a huge crowd watching, the TSA agents helped
Marcus to his feet. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw two agents
with their guns pointed squarely at his chest. His felt the heat on
his face, as he turned flush. They led him away to a back room,
which looked like the interrogation rooms on the Law and Order
television shows. It had a long glass mirror, and there were
cameras and microphones hanging from the ceiling. He had never been
in trouble before. They shoved him into the chair with his hands
cuffed behind his back, and left the room. He was so stunned he
momentarily forgot that he was still in O’Hare. Spanning the room,
he saw a wall-length mirror amongst the other starkly tiled walls.
He sneered at the overhead camera and microphone. He sniffled
trying to compose himself from the confusion he felt. The room
could have easily been a precinct interrogation cell. It might have
been ten minutes but it seemed like hours before someone came back
into the room.
    “Do you want to tell us what’s going on?” a
well-dressed man with a million-dollar-smile asked.
    “I’m confused. I don’t know what you mean,” as the
sweat began to bead on his forehead.
    The TSA agent reached over and put his overnight bag
on the table. He put on a pair of protective examination gloves. He
slowly took garments and shoes out of the bag. Marcus became
confused. Yes, these were some of his clothes, but not the ones he
remembered packing. As the agent emptied out the bag, he finally
pulled out Marcus’ work jacket. The agent pulled out the gun that
Marcus carried legally for work.
    “Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit. I can explain!”
    “We’re listening.”
    Marcus tried to explain that he had a permit to
carry a concealed weapon for work, that he was a security