"I'm very distressed."
He slowly stood up. "Can any of you tell me what to do now?"
The crouching hostages were as silent as the grave. Three seconds later, a loud BANG from a gunshot echoed through the large underground room.
A Black researcher, eyes wide, slowly touched the bullet hole in his forehead with a delayed reaction. His nerves conveyed one last message: You're dead!
"AAAAAH!"
The scream had just begun. BANG! Another gunshot rang out.
The screaming woman crumpled to the floor. A 9mm bullet, capable of penetrating 6mm of uniform steel, tore through her open mouth and blew a large hole in the back of her head. Splinters of skull, along with still-warm blood and brain matter, sprayed across the shiny porcelain tiles behind her in a fan-shaped mural of gore...
BLECH!
The scene assaulted their senses. Fear couldn't suppress the visceral nausea coiling in their stomachs.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Three shots rang out in quick succession.
