Volitile Turnout.

...Arriving in the fullness of disorientation, Sarah hurriedly left her car parked at the entrance of the private establishment. Blocking any potential vehicle from entering the premise. Pacing her way to the entrance she evidently exuded a baffled demeanour. You could read the anger in her face.

Whoever was to face her wrath was sworn to a daunting, fury filled confrontation. Pacing, extending her depth up the building through the main elevator. Once she reached the presence of her entrusted security it was evident, her displeasure to the circumstances.

"Someone better explain what the hell happened, right now!" Sarah began as the silent, tensed room echoed her angered voice. Not a single soul had the guts to answer. Except for Harold, the security head who was forced to break the unprepared ice, "Only 1 got away." He said with an intent to lighten the severity of the situation.