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He picked up his pace, moving past his coworkers who were told to go into designated panic rooms. He had no reason to stay hidden or risk staying inside a building he didn’t know if it was safe to be in. He ignored his clothing as he stuck out completely with his white shirt, blue jeans, and white adidas shoes. Anyone could see him from afar.

He glanced down at his watch to see if his father had contacted him but he had no new notifications. He had not received any message from him and for a second he had been hopeful that he had, suddenly forgetting who his father was. He probably had more pressing matters than update his son about what was going on.

He steps outside and the damage is more visible from where he is standing. What had been an already cloudy day had now turned to darkness looming above the compound, fire raging on and on as if motivated by the chaos erupting. He sprints towards the main building, pushing past people smart enough to run the opposite direction of the gunfire and the debilitating infrastructure.

He enters the building, blindly without any sense of direction and with no protection other than his fist and wit. Judging from the current shape of the building, he would give at least twenty-minutes before it collapsed to the ground and he wonders what in the world the culprits were still in search of as they continued still in the building with no sense of impending death but perhaps they weren’t on a mission to recover anything but they were there with one sole purpose of creating havoc, which they had done an exceptional job.

He turns a corner, finding one of the invaders making his way through the office rooms, searching for any living people. He crouched down, untying his shoelaces from one of his sneakers as quickly as possible. He sneaks up behind the male, shoelace finding it’s way around his neck and soon tightening, constricting his airways. It’s not long before the male falls limp against him with little attempt of fighting as he been caught by surprise.

He drags the other into the office, grabbing the male’s gun before closing the door behind him. He continues making his way down the hall, air was now thinning the further he got from the entrance of the building. He reaches the final room on the hall and he hears multiple voices, back pressing against the wall before he leans in slightly to see what was occurring inside the room. He is surprised to find one of his father’s agents in a scuffle with three men and while the agent seemed completely in control, he does what his father constantly berates him not to do and gets involved, recklessly but with good intentions.

He steps into the room, unavoidably seen but he is quick enough to shoot one of the men in the head and the other in the chest. His shirt is no longer white and matches his gray hair from the dust and smoke. “Do you know where the General is?” He questions the other with a slight growl reverberating his chest and styling in his throat.