<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EDk3Aq4XUAAbMSK.jpg)<br/></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Taffy Silk<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><br/>Huh? A mob of kids in an airport? That's uncommon, but so is what appears to be an attack. What would possess someone to do that where there are people with guns on relatively high alert? Brainwashing? Idiocy? Distraction?<br/><br/>No matter, as those thoughts filter through over the next few seconds.<br/><br/>For now, finding myself accosted,  they'll probably be upset by not finding pockets to rifle for more than a packet of mints - do these kids not know that bulges detract from the cut? Fashion ignorami! The first gets a knock on the head hard enough to stun and with the onky thing I have in my hand. Which happens to be a not at all bad bottle of rum. Another gets a heel on the foot, that should hurt a fair bit more than a kid would like.<br/><br/>I move towards Jaclyn and her assailant, glaring at the last kid, and holding the bottle as if to strike.<br/><br/>"Want some too?"<br/><br/>Don't want to overdo it, as the police won't look well on it.