Men clad in black body armor stormed into the abandoned factory, rifles up and ready. The men and women that entered shouted back and forth, calling out to one another to let them know they had found multiple people and so far no hostiles.
"They're getting their filthy boots on my rugs," Miranda complained, but she was ignored.
Somebody grabbed Eldon by his wrists and pressed their knee into his back. He grunted, but put up with the treatment. Overzealous indeed! Frank cried out as he was similarly manhandled, but he was the only one.
"I've got the POTUS," one yelled from where President Louise lay.
After a few moments of lying there, he was beginning to wonder if they were ever going to be let up, or if the knee in his back was trying to become one with his spine.
"Let them up," Martha's voice broke into the other's shouting with its level of command. "Sergeant, I want these people treated with the utmost respect. I would be dead if not for them."
