The senior officer approached Rocket cautiously, his movements deliberate amidst the tense standoff of Rocket with the guard.
The guard was paralyzed, gripped by fear and the weight of the situation unfolding before him.
"Hey, Rocket," the senior officer spoke calmly, trying to defuse the tension. "I'm not entirely clear on what happened here. Could you lower your gun so we can talk this through peacefully?"
Rocket's voice was strained but determined as he replied, "This bastard wasn't allowing me to enter."
"According to him, there's no other way for me to get in except by eliminating every guard outside. That's why you are seeing me like this."
"I see," the senior officer nodded understandingly.
"As a guard, he had his orders. But as someone in charge here, I can grant you access, under one condition—you need to hand over your weapon. No firearms are allowed inside."
