Wiping the blood off his cheek with the back of his sleeve, the spy mumbled, “Huh. He didn’t even notice.”

Huffing, Wanderer placed his hand on his hip, staring down at the dead man on the ground. He was about to get ready to leave until noticing a tuft of hair peaking out from behind one of the desks.

Wanderer cautiously pointed his rifle to whoever was hiding, slowly making his way over. He paused, his jaw dropping once seeing a small child, you, hiding behind the desk.

“Ah- Shit-“