NASA Panics After Detecting…
It was just another busy morning at JFK International Airport. Travelers rushed past gates, dragging luggage and checking phones. Among them, Edward Carter, a Manhattan venture capitalist, moved with precision, caught in a world of schedules, deals, and deadlines.
A few gates away, Tyler Reed, sixteen, homeless, and barely noticed, darted through the crowd. He’d spent nights behind dumpsters near the airport fence, surviving on scraps and small acts of kindness. That morning, something caught his eye: a small, unmarked box being loaded into the cargo hold of Edward’s plane. It wasn’t tagged, logged, or handled like the others. When it shifted, Tyler felt a jolt of fear he couldn’t ignore.