Police Officer: Wait a minute... Director Vance? I didn't recognize you out of uniform, ma'am.
Elena: It's quite alright, Officer. Terminal security is chaotic today, though certain employees make it worse.
Guard Marcus: Director... Director of what? She's just a regular passenger!
David: Director of the Federal Aviation Administration compliance and oversight division for this entire district.
Guard Marcus: No... that's impossible. You can't be—
Elena: I'm the person whose signature is required to renew your airport security operational license every single year.
The blonde woman stands over the seated security guard, calmly placing a hand on his shoulder while staring him down with icy precision. Marcus shrank back into his metal folding chair, his knees trembling as the full weight of his catastrophic mistake crashed down upon him. The surrounding passengers whispered in stunned awe, watching the arrogant bully crumble into a shivering wreck in a matter of seconds. David crossed his arms, leaning against the scanner table with a satisfied smirk as he watched the tables turn.
Guard Marcus: Ma'am... please. I have a family. I've worked here for a decade and a half!
Elena: A decade and a half of terrorizing innocent travelers who couldn't fight back.
Guard Marcus: It was a momentary lapse in judgment! The stress of the morning rush got to me!
Elena: Stress doesn't excuse punching or slapping citizens who ask simple questions.
David: Shall I call the federal marshals to process his immediate detention for assault under federal jurisdiction?
Elena: Let's start with administrative termination before we hand him over to the criminal investigators.
Marcus gripped the edges of his chair, tears of panic welling in his eyes as he realized his career was completely finished. He looked around the checkpoint for any sympathetic face, but his fellow guards averted their eyes, unwilling to be associated with his disgraced actions. The police officer unclipped his radio, requesting an immediate supervisor and a replacement officer for the primary security lane.
Police Officer: Copy that, dispatch. We have a code red administrative issue at lane four. Send terminal management down immediately.
Guard Marcus: Director Vance, please have mercy! I'll lose my pension! I'll lose my house!
Elena: You should have thought about your pension before you raised your hand against a taxpayer.
Guard Marcus: Is there anything I can do to fix this? Any terms you want to set?
Elena: The only term that matters right now is your permanent removal from this facility.