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The subject has also engaged in less serious, yet still odd,
behavior, according to his supervisor: he could not remember the
location of his employee locker nor its security combination,
remember miscellaneous codes to obtain access to various parts of
the airport complex, etc. He successfully passed his last urinalysis,
though the same supervisor has ordered a K-9 unit into the
employee locker rooms to search for possible narcotics...
Bettmann rocked forward out of his chair and shot up straight. "I thought you left."
"Forgot my umbrella," Peters explained as he held the item aloft, "it's a freezing rain out there."
"Good night, then," Bettmann bid him with a blank stare through his glasses.
Peters tipped his hat to Bettmann silently, then disappeared beyond the doorjamb. He was back in view, though, a few moments later. "What're you doing reading an FBI report from Miami, anyway? That ain't the Middle East, my friend."
"Reading up on a report about an airport security guard. Several men with Afghan passports arrived at Miami International on different flights at the same time." Bettmann had sat back down and was staring at the pages of his book once more.