By the time all the nation's security forces had surrounded the GAC main building, most of the black-clad attackers had already vanished. The only one left had taken their own life without a moment's hesitation.
And it had happened just as they thought the building had been evacuated and regained control. At the very moment they were about to transfer Le An into an armored vehicle, the attacker had appeared in front of Le An and the security unit surrounding him, spoken a few words, and then ended his own life. It was a man. A tall man.
That man… It wasn't Taras. Le An knew. That tall figure dodged the incoming strikes, and then he raised a hand, with a single outstretched finger, pointed straight at Le An, who had been standing behind the guards.
Even though the man's eyes were not visible beneath the black strings covering his face, Le An had felt them. Maybe that had become a new skill of his.
