“Stay down,” he ordered, as he knelt over her holding a very large handgun at the ready.
Though she could not really see what was happening from her current vantage point, she was able to turn her head enough to look up and see her savior’s face. The strain had hardened his features, giving him an even more dangerous appearance.
He seemed to be looking everywhere at once, but when she tried to adjust her position to see what was happening, he reached down with one hand and held her firmly in place. “Don’t move.” The voice that had seemed so easy going and kind just a few short minutes ago was now as hard and cold as ice.
She pulled her attention from him and tried to focus on what was happening around her. She could hear people screaming, now, and more than one person was crying. There were men yelling, seemingly trying to calm the panicked crowd, but not really succeeding. She could hear more shots being fired, though they were no longer in the immediate vicinity.
“Okay, let’s go,” he said, as he pulled her to her feet. Hindered by the restraints on her wrists and ankles, Madison moved as quickly as she could. He was guiding her hurriedly around the back of the judge’s bench, and out through a back door.