In the dimly lit room, the fallen commander tried to crawl up from the ground, but all he saw was darkness and a piercing pain at the back of his head. A metal piece embedded in his palm pierced into his flesh—he had been attacked.
The alarm in his mind couldn't warn him in time, and the decision was made in just a second. As he got up, his fingers forcefully pulled out the metal shard from the flesh, flinging it toward a corner.
He didn't know if it was necessary, but intuition told him that it would be useful.
The person standing behind him seemed to be waiting to strike him once more after he got up, and with that blow, the commander never got up again.
The body, measuring 1.78 meters, sprawled on the ground, occupying a large area and leaving no space for another person to enter. The attacker dragged him out and onto a vehicle, then re-entered the hardware store, searching around with a flashlight.
