Zephyr stepped out of the car into the warm afternoon sun. The Russell plaza, why will anyone attack that place...?
His mind stirred, frightened. If there was an attack on the estate, then the crowd of people outside would only be a fraction compared to the total number of people that were hurt.
Zephyr rushed forward, forcing his way through the press. “Excuse me,” He said. He approached the officers who stood guard a few feet away from the doorpost.
“Sir you have to stay back.”
“No, I’m a medic, I work here,” Zephyr said. Panting, he tucked his ID card out of his side pocket and handed over the man.
“Zephyr,” a deep baritone voice sounded. It was Ashley’s boyfriend, Joseph. He walked out of the building, taking quick strides to meet Zephyr where he stood. “I know this one. You shou
