It was not a voice of his commander, it was not even a voice of an adult. Instead, it was one that of a kid, the voice of a kid that Frigs recognized as he turned around and muttered, "Bob?"
There was now a crowd gathering near the location of the murder and when he looked up, the sun was already above his head, "Wait…"
He looked at his pocket watch, and it's showing the time 10 am, "I already spent 2 hours here? And what's with the sound? Did I hallucinate??"
Meanwhile, the kid, Bob, was waving his hand and tiptoed as high as he can while being squeezed by the crowd of people. Soon enough tho, he was pushed forward and his eyes locked with that of Frigs.
"Sir Edward!! It's me! Bob!" He shouted once again as the crowd pushed him forward and the guard pushed him back. Now getting squeezed from two different directions, just like Germany at WW2.
But Frigs, of course, noticed the boy and made his way toward the guards, "Hey, you can let that kid in, he's one of my man,"
