Chapter 11 (part 6)

The whirring sound from the motor of the coffin filled the vehicle. A burst of wind escaped the tiny vents under the container, smelling a kind of antiseptic. The mask he wore didn’t hide the feeling of light fumes staved off by the winds outside.

The armored truck’s interior is painted all black with visible scratches showing all sorts of stories it could tell through its experience. Both sides sport seats and pull-out ones on the door at the very back. On the pull-outs sat two escorts donning their dark visors and stiff mask sitting