‘Don’t overthink it.’ He pushed himself up, fighting not to grimace from the pain. His limbs ached, and his body felt stiff as wood. He took a few unsteady steps past the soldier and towards the exit, feeling the concrete already exuding the warmth of the sun’s early rays.
“What happened out there?” He needed to say something, anything, to break the unnerving silence.
‘Click-clack.’ The G3’s cocking leaver responded.
As he took another step towards the exit, he felt the soldier’s stare burning into the back of his head.
“You don’t have to do this.”
It was a futile plea, uttered into the silence of the underground garage.
He would not see home again.
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