The guards sprinted towards the smoking area, their fingers locked around the grips of their pistols, ready to engage.
One by one, they entered the hallways when suddenly the control room began communicating with them.
The operators guided them to the young assassin as three teams of four were charging through the hallway.
But when they reached the place, they were met with nothing but dead bodies and broken vases.
The ashtray was gone, the vending machine's glass front shattered and the floors were soaked with bloody footprints.
For the assassin had already known that the guards were coming, not just because of common sense alone but also because of the communication from the control room.
Switching the earpieces was truly a great deal for him even though it didn't do him much good as the control wasn't really giving any valuable intel.
They were just advising the security members to follow along the corridors and telling them where they were going to end up in.
However, before the control could tell them to follow along, the chief asked the operators to switch the lights on as he thought weapon-mounted lights were a severe disadvantage.
The assassin would notice the guards approaching from the lights alone which is not what they wanted at all.
And with the lights on, it would be easier for them to spot him rather than shining a light ray at all directions to notice the assassin.
The young killer walked along the east hallway, stepping towards the office kitchenette and shooting down any of the cameras he could spot.
He had the ashtray in his left fist, hoping to use it for some kind of a distraction while the gun occupied his other palm.
Entering the kitchenette, he quickly spotted a microwave oven and a small store room on the left side.
There was a camera placed on the left corner of the kitchenette which the assassin pretended to not notice.
He then placed the ashtray on the counter, bringing out a second glock from his pants and loading it up with a set of rounds.
As he listened to the control room giving the guards his location, the first step of his plan was complete.
He kept his cool, loading the handgun before looking up to find the camera and pulling the trigger at it.
The guards hurried through the hallway, closing in on the kitchenette when the operator sighed hopelessly.
"We've lost visual on the kitchenette..."
The teams hesitated at first but soon when the chief commanded them to proceed, they stealthily stepped towards the kitchenette.
Before they could reach the place, the assassin had already placed the pistol in the microwave.
And before he turned it on, he found some bottles of cooking oil, spilling them over the floors, all the way to the corridor.
And just when he heard footsteps closing in, he took the ashtray, took the original pistol, took a fire extinguisher and turned the microwave on before entering the storeroom.
He locked the door, cradling himself in the corner as he waited for the impending explosion to occur.
The guards arrived to the kitchenette, stepping on the oil all confused as they stealthily proceeded inside.
The chief was behind all of them, keeping a safe distance from the kitchenette as he didn't want to get shot in the first five seconds of entering.
"He's in the storeroom, right?"
"Yeah, I heard the door closing."
As they proceeded towards the storeroom, one of the guards spot the microwave working.
Feeling confused, the guard took a better look at what was inside the oven, causing him to face terror he had never experienced before in his life.
"EVERYONE, THERE'S A-"
BOOM!!
The entire room blazed into flames, the ones who the explosion didn't get, burned due to the spilled oil under their feet.
They screamed in agony, thrashing violently, desperate to stop the flames from burning their skin.
But of course, nothing really worked, causing the horrifying scene to go on.
Including the chief, only 5 guards remained alive, helplessly experiencing the terrifying scene as they stood outside.
The assassin, on the other hand, was far from harm, protected by the storeroom's walls.
Slowly rising up from the ground, the young killer stepped towards the door, opening it up before using the extinguisher to put out the flames.
But he wasn't completely calm yet as his mind was encircling the fact that there might still be people alive even after that.
For he knew that there would always be people that would be lucky enough to be standing at the far end, surviving a disastrous fall.
However, those people were now becoming increasingly reluctant on finishing up their jobs, seeing their colleagues burning and crawling on the floor.
But that hesitation was short-lived when they heard the extinguisher to pop off in the room, prompting the chief to order them to advance.
Holding on to a pistol in his right hand, the assassin was prepared to strike the remaining guards, having crafted a simple plan.
And just as the guards closed in, the assassin leaped out of the room, throwing the extinguisher at them.
With a swift motion, he rose his right hand up, pulling the trigger just as he had planned to do from the beginning.
WHOOSH!
The explosion caused shrapnels of the metal casing to fly around at high speeds, gravely injuring the guards nearest to the extinguisher.
And the man who was closest in front of the assassin was shot at point blank, brains splattering the walls from his head.
However, the man who was closest to him from the other side, pointed a barrel at the back of his head, preparing to shoot.
But just before he could fire, his arm was shoved away by the young man who was actually fully aware of his presence.
Bringing his pistol on the guard's chin, the assassin pulled the trigger, blowing his tongue out of his mouth.
Bullets flew through the extinguisher's white smoke, missing the assassin by a slight margin.
Noticing this, the assassin quickly pulled the dead guard and wrapped an arm around his neck before getting behind him to use the body as a cover.
Shots were fired by the chief of security, bullets flying through the dissipating smoke and landing on the cover instead of the assassin.
The only thing that landed on him were the crimson droplets that flew from his cover's bullet holes.
The assassin discharged his own weapon when he was faced with a shocking revelation. His pistol was out of bullets.
Not bothering to load it up with a set of rounds, the assassin just put his empty glock in the back of his pants before bringing out the ashtray from his pocket.
The chief, in the meantime, slowly stepped closer, taking time to launch bullets at his target.
Placing his other hand on his blazer pocket, the assassin pushed away his cover before throwing the ashtray at the chief's face.
He rushed towards the distracted chief, bringing out a shard of shattered glass he collected from the vending machine and stabbing the side of his neck with it.
Shrieks of stinging agony exited from the chief's mouth, pulling the trigger involuntarily at the wall.
Using his other arm, the assassin rapidly held the barrel away from pointing at him before forcibly dragging the glass shard from the chief's neck, expanding the gaping wound.
He tried to struggle with what was left of his conscious mind but the assassin just pinned him against the wall, giving his throat one final stab.
Blood gushed out of the deep gash, the shard crushing against the chief's trachea due to how firmly the assassin was pushing it.
The handgun fell from the chief's grip as he slowly slid down the wall with the assassin still pressing the shard deep in his throat.
Removing his bleeding hands away from the sharp glass, the assassin immediately noticed one of the two injured guards to be crawling away, making him bring out his pistol.
Loading it up with rounds, the assassin brought out his phone, taking a photo of the dead security chief.
Slowly stepping towards the crawling guard, the assassin shot the other survivor in his way before reaching the last remaining security unit.
The man babbled incoherently, blood surging out from the multiple wounds on his body as he crawled tirelessly to get away from the assassin.
The unclear rambling was mostly just him begging for his life in a mentally shock state but of course, the young man did not care.
And that was proven to be true when he began recording on the phone before shooting the man to death.
But there was no time to rest as he quickly learnt from the operators that the cops had finally infiltrated the control room.
The only purpose he had left now was to make it out alive and let his family know that he had successfully overcome his punishment...