Miles shuffled to the food court, eyes shifting left and right. He
ordered a drink and moved to continue searching. He reached in his
back pocket for his phone, pressing the power button. When nothing
happened, he gave a frown. He held down the power button for a few
seconds, sighing in relief as it started up. He stared at his phone
as it started buzzing, filling his lock screen with various texts.
He frowned as he looked at the latest one. "Flamingos?" Me
muttered, slipping his phone back in his pocket. He glanced around
the airport, looking for anything the message might have meant.
Flamingos, Miles knew that they were tall, pink birds. So maybe
start with that?
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