I ran up the airport escalator. My gun in my righthand. The men in front of me were panting at this stage and were slowing. I took out my phone and rang for back up. One man turned right and the other left. I turned left into a café. A man was at the counter. “No” he said, ” I like marmite”.
“Get on the ground,” I bellowed as he put the money on the counter. Suddenly I heard footsteps and 25 FBI agents swarmed the café. The man that had gone right was on the ground in handcuffs. I looked back to see the other criminal be hauled out from behind the counter.