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Kamran is sure his cover is blown when a white man of average build steps in front of the cart, blocking his path. Kamran is too far from the elevators to make a run for it. The man asks if he had his earbuds in; Kamran realizes the man thinks he is the delivery boy. The man asks for an interoffice envelope, and before Kamran can stop him, he begins to rifle around in the basket where Kamran has hidden the gun. The man sees an envelope with each address line filled in, and makes a joke about the rarity of finding something so precious. Kamran nervously laughs along, praying the man doesn't find the gun. He removes an envelope, and Kamran is relieved, until “[he] saw the barrel of the gun sticking out from among the envelopes” (125). The man takes his time addressing the envelope while Kamran anxiously wonders if he should cover up the gun with another envelope. Finally, the man lets him go, and Kamran hurries to the elevators, presses the up button, and moves inside before anyone else can stop him.
The elevator moves painfully slowly, reminding Kamran of the pace of a soccer game. Suddenly, the elevator stops. An Asian man gets in and nods at Kamran, who is internally panicking. The man asks how Kamran is, and Kamran takes too long to answer; he finally croaks out a reply, and then chastises himself for not being smoother. He apologizes, blaming the long night shift, and the man nods in sympathy: “And that was it. Enough, at least, to get him to stare at the elevator door again and forget all about me” (128). Kamran thinks about Julia and how he never truly appreciated the ability of an actor to pretend to be something they're not. As he reflects on this, the door opens again.
More people pile onto the elevator. At first, Kamran is frustrated at the slow pace, and nervous that someone will recognize him. But as the elevator goes up, he begins to feel more at peace, realizing that he is more hidden in a crowd: “Safety in numbers, isn't that what they say?” (129). Finally, they reach the ground floor, and Kamran looks out into the lobby. It is not a typical office building lobby. There is a heavily-guarded front entrance with soldiers holding machine guns, and the only exit is through a turnstile activated by a government-issued ID card. Kamran realizes there is no way he is getting out of this building through the front door.
Kamran remains in the elevator, dejected. The doors begin to squeak shut when a woman sticks her hand in, calling for him to hold the elevator. The woman is stunningly beautiful: “She could have been on television. She had light brown Middle Eastern skin, dark hair and dark eyes, and full lips” (131). She jokes with Kamran that he missed the mail room; he is confused and flustered by her beauty. She repeats herself, revealing that the mail room is on Sublevel 4, where the mail trucks come to deliver goods. Kamran realizes his way out, and “felt like my own personal guardian angel was pointing me the right way” (132). The woman sees a man that she recognizes when the elevator doors open and leaves Kamran behind to find his new escape route.
In the mail room, conveyor belts and large sorting machines lead up to a series of garage doors. One of the doors is open; a group of men wheel dollies of goods onto the belts. Kamran realizes his only way out is through the open garage door; however, the door is guarded by two soldiers with German Shepherds trained to sniff out explosives and toxins. As soon as Kamran moves, the dogs notice him, though thankfully the soldiers and workers remain unaware. Kamran hides behind a sorting machine and makes a plan. He pulls out his gun, weighing his odds, but he knows he can't shoot anyone, not in good conscience: “These were real people. Real Americans, with jobs and families and lives. I had to get away, but I couldn't hurt anybody doing it” (134). Kamran catches sight of a fire extinguisher on the far side of the room. He remembers a video he watched with Adam of fire extinguishers releasing great clouds of thick smoke. He decides to shoot the extinguisher, distract the guards, and escape before they realize what’s happening. He takes aim, his heart pounding, and pulls the trigger.
During Kamran’s escape, he is forced to consider his own capacity for violence. While in earlier moments he simply held a gun, in this section, he actually has to shoot it. He considers what it would mean to shoot his way out of the government facility, but can’t force himself to do it; his code of honor stops himself from committing such acts of violence, as he doesn’t believe in it, and his humanism is stronger than his sense of self-preservation and desire for escape. Kamran and Darius’s code of honor includes the phrase “Kill all monsters,” but the people Kamran encounters in the office building do not arrive to him as monsters; rather, they are average Americans, just doing their jobs. Kamran realizes in this moment that he will have to rely on ingenuity over violence, in order to stay true to himself.
The idea of the Arab-American hero, and a sense of Arab-American community, allow Kamran to feel safe during his escape from the building. He sees a beautiful Middle Eastern woman, later identified as Aaliyah Sayid, and believes she must be his guardian angel after she points him toward an escape route: “I felt like my own personal guardian angel was pointing me the right way” (132). Sayid signifies Kamran’s faith in his own community, and the heroic actions and goodness of Arab-American characters in the novel. It also indicates a kind of silent partnership, one Kamran feels with those who understand his experience and the bias that he has been forced to endure.
By Alan Gratz