64 Stranger Territory

The Eppley Airfield wasn't as active as one would expect the biggest airport in the state to be. In most aspects, it didn't even resemble an airport at all. No deafening announcements echoing in the halls and no panicky passengers scrambling for their luggage. It was perhaps because of the early morning but airports never really cared for the clock. A little boy was making the most of the half deserted lounge. His remote controlled truck was showing all sorts of tricks and acrobatics. The truck maneuvered through the legs of the benches and the passengers. A few appreciated it while the others were just irritated. The faint whirring noise of the toy and the occasional clattering were the only sounds in the lounge. The kid followed the truck, matching its speed. It let out a loud clatter as it collided with something hard and stopped moving. The kid ran to see where it had struck. He found an older man reading a newspaper on one of the benches. The truck had flipped after hitting his b