The sound of the propeller whizzed in the air, and five transport helicopters arrived above the 7th Institute.
Looking at the dense crowd below, Horvat's skull felt numb. He was ready to enter combat when he was dispatched, but there were no militants at the scene at all.
Other than the wreckage and shambles, he only saw protestors that had already rushed inside, as well as media vans from the media outlets around the world.
"Sir?" The mercenary sitting next to him looked at him with eyes of inquiry.
After hesitating for a moment, Horvat pressed on the headset and made an order: "Lower the height, prepare for a rope drop."
Five helicopters hovered in front of the main entrance of the institute, and dozens of special forces landed on the ground using ropes.
