Chapter 345: It’s All A Game (Part 10)
Arias stepped through the hallway, unhurried, the blaring alarms a mere background nuisance. The moment he reached the main entrance, movement caught his eye. A group of men in black tactical gear were making their way inside, their stances rigid, alert.
Security.
One of them pressed a finger to his earpiece.
"Sir, we've located Arias Markovic."
Arias didn't slow his steps. He had already gathered enough from the way they moved—sent by the commanding officer, no doubt, tasked with keeping him within the premises.
Predictable.
As he neared, the lead guard, a thick-set man with a military posture, suddenly extended an arm to block his path.
"Mr. Markovic, sorry, but we've been ordered to keep you inside due to the sudden attacks on the city. If you'll please lead the way to the bunkers, we'll ensure—"
"Ensure what?" Arias scoffed, not even bothering to look at him. "My safety?"
The man stiffened. His jaw tightened, and for a split second, he looked as if he might argue. But then he swallowed hard, shoulders tensing under the weight of unspoken words. He slowly retracted his arm.
Arias said nothing more. He walked past the group, and not a single one of them moved to stop him. Whatever loyalty they had to their orders, it wasn't enough to override their survival instincts.