The banging of a table echoed, appliances rolling to the ground. Incessant yells of 'whys' and questions in 'hows.'
"How did they survive?!" Antonio screamed with an expressionless facade.
The mouth roared, but the face stood still, eyes undisturbed. The mind, however, was in a confusion like no other. It recollected those plans formed and became muddled.
Failure.
Most targets survived the suicide mission given, which was a scenario Antonio never expected to occur. Their use value had run dry; having those rebellious elements was risky to his life and regime.
They needed to die.
"... Taros, have you found their whereabouts?" Antonio calmly asked with a smile on his face.
In reply, dark tendrils drilled through the ground and gathered on a chair. The shadow began to knit a humanoid entity, effaced.
