I walked through the door.
My fingers were wrapped around my gun. After I parked Catherine's bike, I noticed that the gate patrol was nowhere to be seen. Normally bustling with people, the Hall felt empty. Something was wrong. As I turned towards the door, I saw the Commissioner sitting on the bench on the right side with someone. I took a couple more steps and noticed the attire of the man sitting with the Commissioner. My heart started beating faster. He wasn't wearing a ballistic mask but a tiara like accessory on his forehead.
"Mr. Commissioner. Are you alright?"
The Commissioner looked at me holding his stomach with one hand.
"Come on. I know you two are buddies. Drop the Mr. Commissioner act."
My hand still around my gun, "Who are you?" I prayed it wasn't him. Then I wished it was him. I really wasn't sure how I felt about him.
The Commissioner stood up and started walking towards me. He was still holding his hand around his stomach. Strangely, I guess I knew why. I asked him the moment he reached me. "Did you get punched in your gut? Is he the one who did it?"
He turned towards the guy sitting on the bench, smiled and then turned to me. "Right now, I think we may have bigger concerns than who punched my gut." He pulled me and started walking. He took me to the surveillance room. I looked at him confused and he pointed to the monitors. "Go ahead. Take a look."
I turned on the live footage of the Hall and brought all the ground floor cams upfront. I started rewinding the footage until I noticed two figures standing in the hallway. Everything went in a blur. I was reliving my nightmare from the rooftop. The way that woman moved & covered space was much like his, when I met him at the rooftop. I felt sorry for the guards and anger for... for... I really wasn't sure why I was angry at him anymore. Maybe because he abducted Mrs. Ramachandran in my watch or maybe it's because I was helpless before him. Both the thoughts made me feel sick to my stomach.
And then I noticed the man holding the Commissioner's gun. It wasn't really fun to see him move like a shadow from the bench to the Commissioner. I could actually feel the fear that coursed through the Commissioner's veins. Instant and Bloodcurdling. As he dropped the gun and turned towards the surveillance team, there was a flicker in the footage. I started looking closely and it felt like I was looking at a 3D card that children used to play with. It has two images printed on it but only one can be seen at a certain angle and the other at a different angle.
He was blocking the bullets with his hands and it was over in a couple seconds. I went back a little and slowed down the video. I thought I saw something strange. As I skimmed through the video slowly, I noticed that some shots were aimed at his torso, not covered by his arm but he still managed to block the shot. It seemed like he was holding an invisible shield.
During the rooftop incident, the other guy didn't seem to have a shield of any sorts. If I had known about this before, I would have asked Sharon from W.I.S.A.C. I don't think I'll be welcome there another time. She made clear that their tech is for selling and that they hold no responsibility on how people use it.
"They work for a security agency."
"What was that?" The Commissioner asked me.
"I think they work for a security agency. An international one."
"How do you know? There's a great chance that it was her political enemies or have you forgotten the incident?" The Commissioner was right to question.
"You don't have to remind me, Sundar. I was there, remember?"
"Then how are you so sure that they belong to a security agency? By the way, tell me where were you earlier today morning?"
"I went to W.I.S.A.C."
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