Zack tumbled around the pocket as John walked purposefully through the airport, powerful thighs striding through the concourse until eventually he reached a break room. Zack was dizzy and nauseous in the hot environment, but gripped the material and took a deep breath once John slowed down. The movements became jerkier, more unstructured; you could hear the distinctive sound of coffee being made.
Eventually, the giant security officer stopped, leaning up against the counter of the break room's kitchenette. Once he took his phone out of his other pocket, you finally had some stillness as he sipped coffee and scrolled aimlessly. You began to clamber out of the pocket, where the kitchen counter waited for you. Finally escaping out into the fresh air, you leapt out of the pocket and onto the wooden countertop. You stared around, trying to stay calm as you considered your options.
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