I didn't waste time. The man's corpse was still warm when I crouched beside him, stripping the uniform off his body.
It wasn't glamorous, but efficiency mattered more than dignity.
His clothes smelled faintly of sweat and metal, exactly what you'd expect from a guard on duty.
He even had a Aegis guard mask. Perfect.
I slipped into the outfit quickly, tugging the dark fabric over my face.
It fit better than I expected, snug around the cheeks, hiding everything that mattered.
The uniform hung a little loose on me, but nothing too obvious, at least not in the middle of chaos.
As for the body, I wasn't stupid enough to leave him lying around like a neon sign pointing straight to me.
I pulled out another fabric from my inventory and wrapped him tight, almost like a bundle.
Then, with one last push, I shoved him off the truck bed.
He rolled down into the underbrush with a soft thud, swallowed by shadows. Out of sight, out of mind.
I sat back down, forcing my breathing to steady.
