The Author's POV

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The color red flashed throughout the whole facility. Moving in a small unit of five, a group of guards ran throughout the corridors of the facility. From what reports have said, their target was someone whose face was riddled with scars.

"Captain, where do you think the suspect has run off to?"

Fiddling with the radio transmitter in his hand, one of the five individuals looked towards the front where a tall man wearing a black uniform stood. With long black hair and sharp brows, the man was the leader of the group.

"I'm not too sure myself. All we know is that the target seems to be someone that has scars on his face."

"Do you think he has already escaped?"

"Impossible."

The moment the alarms rang, the whole facility shut down. The exit was also blocked by multiple guards. If the said target had already escaped, they would've known by now.

"Then where do you—"

BOOOOM—!

All of a sudden, cutting the guard off, a massive explosion reverberated throughout the whole facility, startling everyone.

"What the!"

"What's going on?!"

The moment the explosion rang, the whole facility shook.

"Quick!"

"Let's go!"

Looking at his squad members, the captain's face turned solemn. Motioning with his hands, he rushed towards the direction where the explosion came from. Following from behind, the squad members took out their weapons.

Moving through the corridors of the facility, it didn't take long for them to get near the area where the explosion originated from.

"ughh...help"

"Ghhh.."

Turning right into another corridor, they could faintly hear the sound of pained groans coming from the distance.

"Quick."

"Let's go."

Exchanging glances with one another, the guards sped up. Soon, turning left of another corridor, they arrived at the scene. The moment they turned the corridor and looked at the after-effects of the explosion, the guards couldn't help but frown slightly.

With smoke filling the air, over five similarly dressed guards laid on the floor passed out. Limbs and blood were splattered all over the ground, depicting a gruesome scene.

Staring at the injured guards on the floors, one of the guards pointed towards the right side of their clothes where a large number '15' was imprinted.

"Captain, it looks to be the fifteenth unit."

There were many patrol units in the Monolith. There were a total of 30 units, and each unit consisted of five individuals, each led by one captain. Currently, the guards that had just arrived were from the second unit.

"What do you suggest we do?"

Staring at the injured guards from the fifteenth unit, the captain promptly replied.

"...help the injured."

"Bu—"

If there's any one of them that can still talk amongst

how he/she looked like, they knew nothing about the said target. Carelessly going after the target might prove to be

"Roger."

unit members quickly rushed to help the

hear me? Are

out a small potion, one of the guards from the second unit opened the mouth of an injured guard and directly poured it into his

"Drink up."

the one he was tending seemed to be in better condition than the others. Although he too was injured, his injuries only seem to affect the lower part of

"Khhh..."

injured guard with a potion, the guard slowly opened his eyes. A

"...what's going on?"

regained consciousness." Noticing that the potion had worked, the guard's eyes lit up. "Please

"Who are you?"

of times. Seemingly confused about the current

the second patrol unit." Lifting his head and looking at his colleagues that were helping the other guards who were

"Second unit?...I see. Understood."

a minute to finally realize what was going on, the injured guard

in the

times. "All I remember was me patrolling alongside my unit when suddenly someone called out for me and a bomb suddenly exploded. Caught

guard placed his hand on his chin. "Were you able to see the features of the

could see that the

"Male? Anything else?"

was

Raising his brows, and putting his hands on his chin, Balzar nodded his head. "Hmmm, yes, that

attention back towards the

you know where the target ran off

"Yes, over there."

injured guard looked behind him. Staring in the direction of where the guard

understand, is there

"I'm sorry."

guard shook his

good enough for now." Standing up, Balzar looked at the injured guard before saying. "I'm going

"Understood."

Balzar was able to see his fellow unit members having a harder time getting information from the injured guards.

before his captain,

got a

"Go ahead."

"Understood. According to..."

the injured guard. From how they found themselves in such a situation, to the suspects' gender

captain silently listens to the report. Once Balzar finished speaking, the

"I see...Good job."

hand on his chin, the

infer that the target seems to have access to explosives. Other than that, we still don't know the target's true combat abilities. But, the fact that the target is using explosives to deal with the unit members, is enough to

rather than dealing with the guards directly and silently, the captain was able to infer that said

ranked, they would've been able to deal with them without causing such a commotion. The fact that the target was unable to do that and had to directly use explosives which pretty much gave his

Thus.

back towards his unit members,

to the infirmary.

"Understood."

glances, the unit members

Ivan, Roman,

quickly dashed towards the direction Balzar had told him the

*

"Huup!"

them on two separate wheeled stretchers, Balzar and Remi, the two remaining members of the second unit, quickly carried the bodies and headed towards the

brown hair and green

"A pity."

five guards, only two people remained alive. The captain, and another guard. The rest were, unfortunately, unable to make it. Despite having come rather early, the extent of their injuries

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