—WHIIII! —WHIIII!
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—!
