"No, it's not them, sir. It was someone else."
The commander studied the man quietly. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." The staff looked at the photos again, then met the commander's eyes. "I'd know if it was one of them—but it's neither."
"I see." The commander tilted his head, slipping the photos back into his vest.
As he tucked them away, he gave a glance to one of the men standing beside the chair before turning to walk off.
"Sir, I've said everything I know," the staff member said. "Please, just let me go—"
BANG!
The commander stopped mid-step and glanced over his shoulder. All he saw was a thin wisp of smoke rising from a muzzle behind the chair—and the staff's body slumped lifelessly to the floor. Blood crawled out beneath him, forming a growing pool.
No one reacted. They'd seen this kind of thing before.
"Jonathan certainly found loyal allies," the commander muttered as he resumed walking out of the vault.
