Concourse A
Weather is moving in. Everything else has to move faster.
The board above the departures hall flickers and a dozen rows go amber at once. Outside the glass, a storm cell is stacking up over the field and the jets are lit orange by the last of the sun.
You've got a ramp vest, a radio, and a badge that opens more doors than you expected. Ops just told the whole shift the same thing: "Nothing is normal for the next four hours."
Every part of this airport is one system. Go find the piece of it that's yours.