“Bravo Company is officially clear of the zone,” Sarah whispered.

She rolled her shoulders back and let out a long breath.

We broke formation at the heavy oak doors.

The strict military silence shattered into a roar of voices as we merged into the crowd.

Hundreds of families flooded the grand lobby.

Camera flashes went off every few seconds.

I scanned the sea of dark uniforms and formal civilian clothes.

The air smelled of polished leather and expensive perfume.