Chapter 112

GENERAL POV

The afternoon sun started to dip down.

Nathan and Owen arrived at Thompson’s hospital accompanied by about six police vans.

Their father’s call had come to them not too long ago, informing them of everything going over there and the necessary action they were to take.

And on their arrival, just like they had been told. There was indeed chaos waiting at its entrance.

A sea of protesters swarmed outside, waving a wild array of colored placards, their chants rising and falling in a show of defiance and discontent. Their sister’s name is written boldly on a number of them.

The air was thick with tension as police sirens wailed through the expansive vicinity, the convoy cutting through the crowd.

The tires screeched as the vehicles came to a halt. The exhaust pipes are releasing smoke.

Nathan and Owen leaped first, followed by tens of uniformed officers pouring from the vans, moving with swift precision.

"Clear them out."

Nathan barked, his voice slicing through the noise. Hi