Kaboom!!

He raised up the collar of his shabby leather jacket, pulled his travel cap down over his eyes, looked furtively around, and made a tentative step towards the airline terminal.

Hanging above the entry was an enormous wall banner that read TERRORISTS OF THE WORLD, UNITE! The very sight of that wall banner inspired confidence in him. Bouncy, yet remaining watchful, he entered into the noisy terminal building.

Two security guards standing at the entrance gazed at him sleepily. One of them reached out for his radio, but his partner stopped him:

“I guess, there’s nothing wrong with being a terrorist, as long as he remains a good guy!”

And they laughed happily, dreaming away together.

Making his way through the crowd of arriving passengers, departing passengers, the man in a leather jacket felt he was sticking out like a sore thumb, with no luggage, no passport, and no purposeful look in the eyes. Two cops that were on duty nearby picked up his wavelength. One of them did his utmost to greet the guest:

“Welcome, darling! Don’t make any explosions in here!”

“You can make one when we’re not around!” his partner added.

But the man in a leather jacket ignored the welcoming law enforcement officers, hurrying on in a haphazard fashion. The passengers stepped aside to make way for the welcome guest. They understood he was on a special mission and about to do what none of them would do even on drugs.

A middle-aged customs officer spotted a strange client from a distance. “Must be a refugee,” he thought to himself, “A potential asylum-seeker. No, he can’t be a refugee. After all, he came in from the car park, not from the arrivals area.” Happy with his deductive capabilities, the officer resumed his current work.

Meanwhile, the man in a leather jacket was heading towards the baggage claim area where the audience was the most appreciative and the most numerous. Having approached the people that were collecting their suitcases from the baggage carousel, the man unzipped his jacket and proclaimed at the top of his voice:

“I’m going to kill all of you!”

People looked at him and smiled happily. After all, their drab existence so badly lacked variety.

“Wow! Clowns have arrived!” a little girl shouted out, clapping her hands.

People forgot their luggages and began to applause.

“I’m going to kill all of you!” the man in a leather jacket repeated his lines.

And, without missing a beat, he nimbly shoved his hand into the inside pocket and activated an infernal machine hidden there.

…When panic subsided and so did the smoke, the viewers thought it was time to go home, though many could not do that due to blast injuries.

There was a breech in the terminal’s wall, spreading across the two storeys. A cab pulled up outside the breech. The cab had been knocked out of shape, and the explosion had severed the cabbie’s legs, so he rejoiced at what was going on more than anyone else:

“Twenty-thousand roubles to get away from here! Twenty-thousand roubles! Whoever can offer more, feel free to offer more!”

Torn to shreds, the man in a leather jacket rose to his feet, breathing out smoke, and asked:

“Hey, is that all?”