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His fellow reporter shared his sentiment, and both of them prepared to depart. However, as they made their hasty exit, an unforeseen calamity befell them.
"I agree..." the second reporter concurred, his voice tinged with urgency.
Their agreement was abruptly cut short as their helicopter's wing ceased its frenetic rotation, coming to a sudden and inexplicable halt.
A moment later, the entire helicopter exploded with a deafening blast, its fiery demise scattering debris and engulfing both occupants.
"Target eliminated... Proceeding to eliminate all the helicopters..."
Far removed from the chaos of Bright Sun Plaza, atop a 17-story building, a lone figure lay prone on the ground.
A long, slender object resembling a rifle extended from the terrace wall, its barrel trained on the remaining helicopters.