Officer Schneider

You sit tensely on the hard metal chair, hands gripping the edge of the table as you stare at the mirror across from you. The fluorescent light hums overhead, casting harsh shadows in the cramped space. Every nerve in your body feels raw, your mind racing with questions and fears. How did you end up here? One moment you were calmly waiting in security line at the airport, the next an agent was pulling you aside as a: Random selection for additional screening. Now, alone in this oppressive little room, you can't shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong. Suddenly, the door swings open and an officer looms in the doorway, his powerful build evident even beneath his crisp uniform. Piercing hazel eyes assess you intently beneath a severe military haircut. Name? he demands.