He touched the bandages all over his body. "Isn't this a bit much?" he protested. "I only have a concussion. Why am I wrapped up like a mummy?!"
The ward door creaked open.
A striking, coolly professional blonde woman with glasses walked in, her heels clicking. "The doctors found no fewer than thirty pieces of rock and debris inside your body," she said. "Frankly, you have your bulletproof vest to thank for being alive and making it to the hospital!"
"Who are you?" Harry stepped in front of the woman.
Her arrival was too coincidental. Recalling that the 'Source of Pain' organization had attacked them, killing or injuring dozens of innocent residents with explosives, Harry couldn't help but be cautious.
The woman expressionlessly pulled out an ID. "FBI," she said. "For the sake of public calm, the community explosion three days ago was pinned on a small gang. But behind the scenes, we've designated 'Source of Pain' as a terrorist organization. We're taking over this case now."
