“No... It better not be…” His head dwindled, his breath hitched, and his teeth clenched as he ruffled his head. “It... better... not... be.”

He ran madly out of the house, back into the elevator, pressing the floor button repeatedly until it started taking him back down. He pocketed his hands and kept tapping his foot repeatedly, still inside the elevator.

Meanwhile, Angelina’s mask was still intact as she hastily packed the sniper back into the black bag, her hands shaking as she carried it and ran back into the elevator. Her heart kept falling and rising as she ran, her whole body shaking. She had seen Rage through the...