Episode 13 - Inauguration Arc Finale

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EXT - White House Vistor's Center - Inauguration Day

"Me, Cruz and Andrew wait in a long, snaking line to get into the visitor's center. The line wrapped all the way from the large, heavy white locked doors to the back of the White House's lawn. Everyone in line wore sharp, tailor made suits, either white, black or grey in color. We look around cautiously, surveying the line."


Cruz

Any sign of Brutus?


Andrew

Nah, not yet. He has to be here though.


Me

(Looks around) Ssh, keep your voices down.


"I pull them into a close huddle"


Me

(Whispering) He's probably not wearing his mask. It would make him stick out like a sore thumb.


Andrew

Then he could be anybody. How exactly are we supposed to find him?


Cruz

I don't know, maybe look for someone with a similar build? Or mannerisms?


Me

That's the best we can do.


"We briefly break our huddle to take a momentary glance at the surrounding area before tightening our huddle again."


Me

Do you guys have your discs?


Cruz and Andrew

(Patting their blazer pockets) Yup!




Me

Remember. We aren't here to start any fights. Only to end them.


Cruz

Ash went ahead, right? Like she's in front of the line?


Andrew

Yeah, she wanted to scout from the front while we keep eye on the back.


Me

God. If she doesn't beat Brutus this time, I will.


Cruz

(Taps my shoulder) You have us, bro. We'll beat him together.


"I give Cruz a silent nod as the doors open up"


Andrew

Okay, let's do this!


"We break our huddle as the line slowly begins piling through the large threshold. Inside we were greeted by a huge, ballroom-like interior with light pink walls and a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling, its crystal pendants shimmering like a twinkling star. Tables with drinking glasses and punch bowls full of wine stretched across both sides of the room. At the end was a large stage where an elderly, short white man with messy brown hair and a brown suit stood in the middle, right under a spotlight. He has a glass of wine red in his hand, the drink's color matching the satin curtain behind him. The atmosphere was electric, filled with the buzz of social activity. Conversation, whispers, laughs and the sound of drinking glasses clinking together".

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