Chapter 55: Hector (3)
Victor wanted to scream.
But he forced the emotion down.
He knew better than anyone — after years as a mercenary — that losing your head in moments like this only made things worse.
Keeping his voice as steady as he could, he crouched beside Daniel, who was still sprawled on the floor.
"Daniel, stay with me! Who were they?"
Victor’s tone was low and controlled, but he couldn't hide the raw urgency and anger underneath.
At his voice, Daniel’s °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° memory-assist implant kicked in, replaying fragmented images of what had happened.
Daniel groaned in pain.
Still, he tried his best to describe everything clearly.
"They... they were heavily armed. Not mercenaries. More like... military. But they didn't move like trained soldiers."
He coughed weakly, struggling to get the words out.
"I smelled cigarettes... gunpowder... dust, too."