He spotted several Mexicans on the terminal's second floor who had just stepped out of the elevator, still wearing bulletproof vests, firing their weapons at innocent civilians around them.
Su Xiao immediately told the others what was happening.
"There are terrorists in the airport."
"What? How is that possible?"
The others all looked incredulous.
Even Su Xiao, who had anticipated that things might not go so smoothly, found the situation troublesome.
How could there be such a coincidence?
They happened to be boarding a flight at San Diego's airport today, and terrorists happened to show up at the airport today, too.
Unless...
At the sound of gunfire, everyone who had been happily enjoying their meals instinctively ducked behind the tables and chairs.
But they all knew they couldn't stay there forever.
The tables and chairs offered no real cover. Even ordinary kinetic weapons could easily shoot through them.
Su Xiao turned to survey their surroundings.
The side of the restaurant facing the terminal's interior-the side they had entered through-
Had no wall, only floor-to-ceiling windows.
Su Xiao didn't need to scan the windows to know they definitely weren't bulletproof glass.
Then, as though something had occurred to him, Su Xiao shouted toward the counter.
"Hey, staff!"
There was no response at first. Only after Su Xiao called out again did someone tremblingly poke his head up from behind the counter.
Confusion filled his small eyes and stubble-covered face.
"Do you have a gun here?"
"No," the nervous employee said, then added quietly, as if afraid Su Xiao wouldn't believe him, "Weapons aren't allowed inside the airport."
Su Xiao clicked his tongue.
This is trouble.
In Night City, anyone who ran a store kept at least one gun on hand, whether they sold guns or not.
Because in Night City, having