The first officer asked Dain Kester to put his bag on the floor.
Dain did not move. Mira stood beside him, one hand on the strap of her own small bag. The white strap on Dain’s pack had come loose at one end; he tucked it under the buckle while the second officer positioned himself near the exit from the waiting area.
“What’s the reason?” Dain asked.
“Routine security inspection,” the first officer said.
“We passed the equipment inspection at entry.”
“This is an additional check.”
“Under which rule?”
The officer held out his hand. “Please give me the bag.”
