[WP] "Please remember, TSA rules prohibit bottles of liquid over three ounces, knife blades over two inches, and the use of spells, curses, scrolls or other magic beyond the security checkpoint."

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[WP] "Please remember, TSA rules prohibit bottles of liquid over three ounces, knife blades over two inches, and the use of spells, curses, scrolls or other magic beyond the security checkpoint."

I wrote a short story, 47 upvotes.

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Gareth stood in line watching the people ahead of him dumping the contents of their pockets into trays. He was a regular traveler and the whole thing had become a bit humdrum to him.
Looking up from checking his phone he watched a tall man wreathed in dark robes walk through the security scanner. A blue light flashed and he was asked to step aside, as the TSA pulled out a hand scanner.
"Sir, I ask again do you have any contriband curses or enchantments upon your person?"
A growling voice, hidded deep within a hood said no.
The hand scanner moved around his body and beeped loudly near their lower back. "Sir, remove whatever the object on your belt is please"
The robed man grumbled and pulled out a withered looking hand.
"Sir, Monkeys paws are a class III banned item, Please come with me to the room at the side and we can discuss this"
Gareth could hear the robed man grumbling about religious persecution as was escorted away. There was always people stupid enough to try and carry curses through customs.
Then came Gareths turn. He stepped up, bag in tray with coat and belt and wander through the scanner. It beeped red as always. The TSA man pulled out the scanner.
"I have a titanium knee from an old injury, here's the doctors note".
The TSA man took the note, scanned through it and handed it back. After a quick sweep with the hand scanner, confirming it was just the knee that beeped he was allowed through and onto his flight.
Six hours later he arrived. Straight through at customs and found the man holding a sign with his name.
Gareth got into the car to find a man in a suit and dark glasses already occupying one seat.
"Do you have it?" The man in glasses enquired through a thick accent.
Gareth smiled and rolled up his trouser leg. A metal frame surrounded his knee holding a canister. Sliding it out, he undid the top and pulled out a sheet of parchment and handed it over.
"The Words of Ahknaad the Ancient, in full, as promised".
The man in glasses smiled and picked up the briefcase from between his legs. "Your payment in full Mr Brown."
Gareth smiled. So far, the accident that had crippled him was making him a rich man.