“Come on, Madelaide!” Ennius yelled.
Madelaide tried to keep up with her uncle.
Ennius and several security guards made their way through the foyer. The glass roof was cratered from where an explosion had rocked the building. All throughout was the harsh smell of smoke.
Madelaide was crying.
Ennius turned and scooped her off the ground, carrying her.
“It’s going to be all right, sweetie,” he said.
“Where’s Daddy?” Madelaide asked.
“He’s going to be fine.”
Ennius pointed to the security guards. “Do we have a clear way to the motorcade?”
One of the men had a radio on his ear. “We’ll have to take the long way around, but the cars are still intact, sir.”
A shadow swooped over them, stopping them cold. Looking up, they saw nothing but the moon and the clouds and the broken glass.
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