"Ah, man, why do we have to clear out the entire prison when the police could do the exact same thing?"
Benjamin complained as he looked around the prison grounds. He still had no idea what was happening outside what chaos had begun.
"Not to mention the report," one of the agents sighed. "You'll need to write a good one after this."
For a moment, Benjamin remained silent, simply staring at the bodies of the prisoners being photographed and zipped up into body bags.
"Well, Linda will be the one to clear all of this up," Benjamin said, though something about it still felt slightly off.
Looking at the prisoners' bodies, riddled with bullets and massacred like animals, felt like a bit too much. It wasn't that he felt any pity for them, he didn't. It was simply how unbelievably bloody and horrific the scene was.
Yet, out of all the operations carried out over the past month, this was the only one that had been completely legitimate.
