Three gunshots rang out, two from the operator on the right and one from the operator on the left, but they hit nothing but shadows.
"COME OUT, YOU BASTARD AND STOP THIS THEATRICAL BULLSHIT!" Fredrick howled, followed by two rounds from his Glock nine-millimeter handgun.
BANG BANG!
♪Chaos reigns where I set foot,
Fredrick's fear roots deeper than soot,
I am the legend they dread to speak,
My words cut sharp, makin' him weak. ♪
"Sir, the music is coming from multiple points, but I can't track down their source. This guy is either using small speakers that are easy to hide, or he's good at throwing his voice around." Operator Left stated in a hushed whisper.
"This shop isn't that big; find him," Crouching low to the ground, Fredrick growled while scanning his surroundings and expanding his perception.
