"What the…" Dr. Mord muttered in shock before he turned to the window behind the cockpit. I felt as if my eyes were about to burst from the brightness, and I began to stumble before I gained myself to my feet. My entire body was trembling slightly from shock, and my head was hurting from this flashlight attack. It was getting harder for me to see through it, as it was flashing back and forth so quickly that I couldn't even concentrate.
But then I felt the harsh tug on my jacket and I was thrown to the ground.
I looked up, seeing that it was still that guard that didn't defeat, and now his goal was to defeat me.
Oh boy.
But suddenly, blood shot out of his head as he stayed there for a moment, then he dropped dead to the ground, collapsing with a loud thud on the floor. "Dr. Mord, please put your hands up, and don't even think about moving!" someone shouted in their PA system. We were cornered, but more figuratively—Dr. Mord was cornered.
