No response was received.
He sensed something was wrong and prepared to report to the monitoring room to call for reinforcements, completely oblivious to John emerging from the darkness behind him.
The guard's mouth was covered, his eyes widened, and immediately a bullet penetrated the back of his head.
The silenced pistol emitted a slight tremor.
Blood splattered half a meter away, spreading little, landing on the concrete floor where dirty deals often occurred, almost inconspicuous.
John gently cradled the other person and dragged them behind cover.
There were already five bodies in the parking lot corner.
John pulled up a program and estimated a time frame for himself to resolve the issue before the security noticed the monitoring anomalies.
The steam room was in the corner.
There were many large washing and drying machines here, humming loudly, with ventilation pipes and dehumidifiers operating twenty hours a day.
