Francis read the headline twice. Not because the words were unclear, but because his mind had already started picking it apart like a puzzle waiting to be solve.
His steps continued at the same pace while his attention drifted far ahead.
'Are they really capable of bombing the whole city? If they are, then why hasn't anyone found the bombs yet?'
His gaze turned toward the exhausted soldiers stationed along the street.
None of them looked good. Their eyes stayed restless, constantly scanning their surroundings as if expecting an explosion to happen beside them.
Fear had already worn them down.
Not just from the bomb threats, but from the uncertainty.
His attack the previous night only made it worse.
That massacre planted another kind of fear deep into their minds.
'It feels like all of this is just a distraction.'
Every unit sent to protect a station was a unit removed from the important zones.
