"Haha!" Commander Blark laughed at the top of his lungs, the booming sound echoing through the hollow cavern of the ruined supermarket. "This is always the usual sequence for us. Since no one in the outer provinces really knows who the Black Hand is, they always tend to severely underestimate our capabilities. Black Hand agents! Take back Number Eight, and systematically get rid of anyone who tries to get in our way."
The lethal operatives of the Black Hand sprang into motion instantly, their bodies shifting into tight, aggressive combat stances. The first one to breach the distance was Agent Number Five. She darted across the cracked floor tiles like a coiled spring, her trajectory locked squarely onto the wounded Skull.
