He was still trying to fabricate lies to fool the subordinates before him.
"Captain." The acting leader folded the scroll and placed it in the inner pocket of his coat, his movements slow and steady. "You have to come downstairs with us. Those Death Eaters haven't left yet. There are six of us, and we still have our wands. There's still time to stop all this."
The Auror captain abruptly rose to his feet, slapping the desk with both hands in agitation. "I'm your captain! Take a good look at who I am! I'm the commander of this garrison! Whatever I say is the contingency plan is the contingency plan, and whatever I say isn't, isn't..."
The acting leader took a step forward, while the team members standing beside the desk silently closed in around the captain.
"Oh? Is that really so... Let me take a look at the injury on your face, Captain..."
He raised his hand, not by much, palm spread as he reached toward the Auror captain—seemingly intending to inspect the scrape on his face. But just as he neared the captain's cheek, he suddenly accelerated, flipped his hand around, and slapped him across the face.
Smack!
"You! You... How dare you..." The Auror captain crashed backward into the human wall behind him, stumbling back in front of the acting leader. He covered his instantly reddened, swollen cheek and pointed tremblingly at the Auror before him.
"What's wrong? Captain, why are you so surprised? Were you suffocating for too long just now? Did lack of oxygen make you delirious? I'm doing this for your own good." The acting leader looked at the disheveled Auror captain, his tone calm, but his next words were icy.
"Captain, I'll hold on to your fake contingency plan draft for now. Come