Dealing With the Media

Sarah eyes the swarming police station entrance. News vans were parked everywhere and reporters were pacing the front steps followed by their cameramen looking like sharks with their tails bobbing out of the water gathering around the smell of blood.

"They look like sharks gathering around a wounded fish..." Sarah said

"And supposedly we're that wounded fish?" Elias said watching the scene beside her

"I guess, that could change in the blink of an eye though because they could find out that we're a strong predatory fish covering themselves in their prey's blood in order to attract more pater..." She responded.

"Well, it is in fact the latter... Just how good you are at pretending?" He said

"As good as you are I guess,..."

"Then let's do this, Sarah..."

"Yeah, let's do this, Elias..."

they stepped through the sliding door and they were immediately swarmed with reporters and their blinding cameras flashing into their faces.