The players embarked on a tour of the White House. They moved from the ground floor to the state floor, then the second floor and the third. When they had seen it all, Elham roamed around with them a little bit, until finally they got to the garage.
It was a spacious area with automated lights that flashed brightly once they stepped through. More than thirty cars were parked in all of their shiny metal and fancy glory.
Juniper gave a low whistle, as she took it all in. Her eyes went from one vehicle to the other, from the limos to the jeeps, all tinted black with their plate numbers covered.
Arthur held his gaze on a particular motorbike that looked like something the ghost rider would get on. "Sick..." he whispered with a grin.
Ajax was utterly speechless; looking at the fancy sports-
