Johannes and Evelyn—the two SAS agents alongside their third member, Marcus.
They moved like people used to scanning their environment before entering, shoulders loosened but ready to act.
A cluster of civilians huddled near the vehicles, never leaving them for a while now.
They weren't armed like soldiers. Some carried small bags, looking like packed in a hurry. A few had bandaged hands.
One middle-aged man leaned on a makeshift cane. A woman held her child by the wrist a little tighter than usual, eyes darting at the walls, the soldiers, and the guns.
"Mama, where are we?"
The child looked at her mother. Those clear, innocent eyes made the mother felt weakness in her throat.
"We're safe now, baby," she ran her finger through the child's cheeks. "We're safe now, don't worry."
The woman said it like a prayer, but her eyes kept moving.
Who wouldn't be scared being surrounded by walls and guns?
The child's gaze drifted past her shoulder.
