After Ricardo lay still on the floor, Manifesto let out a sigh of relief. He stepped forward, walking past Ricardo's corpse to get a better angle of the nearby factory rooftops in the district.
He spotted a man dressed in a camouflage suit lying prone on the roof—his sniper nest.
"You're late," Manifesto said toward the sniper, pressing a hand to his earpiece.
"You told me to support you, not where to meet," the sniper replied through the comms. "The fact I even found you here is stretching your luck."
"Tch," Manifesto clicked his tongue. Other than against Strauss, that damn UEC special agent, he had never taken a loss this bad. This was the first time he had suffered like this.
"What's the leader's order now? Does he still want me to continue with that mission?" Manifesto asked, deliberately shifting the topic.
"Yes, he wants you to—huh?" the sniper paused. "Impossible!"
