Lein, firmly gripping the new pistol with its smooth black finish, turned away from the two lifeless bodies.
His gaze slid over the soldiers: black helmets and masks hid their faces, while the letters FBS gleamed coldly on the vests across their chests.
He raised the pistol, pointed it at one of them, and said:
"You."
The soldier flinched at the barrel aimed at him, but still stepped forward and replied:
"At your service!"
His voice was young, trembling from nervous strain.
«So young… and already carrying a weapon, shooting at ordinary people,» Lein thought.
He toyed with the pistol in his hand and coldly asked:
"Why was it decided to clear this zone?"
"Th-the thing is… that in the whole world, only here appeared… this Rift. That's why the higher command considers the area quarantined, and it must be cleared," the soldier muttered, staring tensely at Lein.
