"Everyone's worked up right now. Be careful when you come down. Quite a few of those survivors are carrying guns."
A S.T.A.R.S. member in a cowboy hat, cradling a sniper rifle at a window on one of the middle floors, spoke into his radio.
Although many people believed Councilman Fick, just as many clear-headed people found him deeply repulsive. This man was one of them.
Putting everything else aside, stirring up the survivors like that was utterly unforgivable in the eyes of the S.T.A.R.S. members!
Having often taken part in rescue missions, they understood perfectly well that once so many people fell into disorder, the deaths and injuries caused by trampling alone would be horrific.
Anyone, regardless of their motives, who incited mass unrest was utterly unforgivable!
Based on S.T.A.R.S.'s experience handling incidents, the vast majority of agitators were no good. They merely stood to benefit themselves while shouting hypocritical slogans and exploiting those idiots.
But just as he was grumbling about the disturbance in the crowd below, he suddenly seemed to catch sight of something. He spoke into the radio again.
"Wait a second. I think I saw something strange."
As he spoke, he set the radio on the windowsill where he could still hear it, then raised his sniper rifle and began aiming at several low buildings nearby from his elevated vantage point.
Whoosh~
Another figure flashed through his scope. He kept tracking and searching, until he finally spotted a ferocious figure crouched atop a water tank on an apartment building.
"Damn it! It's those monsters! They've finally come over!"
Over the past half month, these snipers had occasionally spotted such monsters within the city. But because they had never attacked the gathering point, they had assumed the monsters possessed intelligence and understood how to avoid danger.
Though