TPV
As soon as Maddison and Mason's car entered the trinity square, it fell in the middle of the flood of people, mostly the media. The cameras flashed, trying to capture them through the tinted windows.
The knocks on the windows were enough to make anyone scared for their life but not Madison Sanders. She was used to the camera. She had lived at the centre of public attention since her teenage. Those ghosts didn't scare her anymore.
She pulled out her large dark shades from her bag and put them on. They covered her eyes and half of her face. Mason gulped before he wore his.
"Don't stop until we are inside the gates." She instructed the driver.
He was honking the horn continuously while driving the car piercing through the thick crowd. Madison saw the fleet of men and women, more confident and in charge, dressed in uniform with their caps on their heads.
At some distance, an ambulance stood with its doors open, waiting for the dead body to be put in.
