Written for Friday Fictioneers. My story begins after the picture prompt. Other stories can be found by clicking on the blue frog at the end of this post.
Demitri carried the small package across the exhibit floor, his hiking boots making no sound on the polished floor. The silver cell phone he held in his gloved hand, when activated, would forever make him a martyr.
The corporate information booth was located just inside the front door. Its presence there assure that everyone would have to pass by it first. He was attired as a delivery person so as not to arouse any suspicion.
“A delivery from the people of Prince William Sound,” he announced to the startled recruiter.
Stepping away from the booth he started to dial.