Cantil’s laughter pierces the tension; a cackling which eventually turns into something much like metal grinding on metal. The man throws his head back and tears well up in his eyes.
This is the moment. Acera tosses the suit at Sutaura, camouflages with the surroundings and makes a headline for the guards, who are still perplexed by how oos disappeared into thin air. Acera takes out both guards in a matter of seconds. Cantil fires his pistol at Sutaura, but the small caliber bullets ricochet off of the suit like water droplets on a taut umbrella. One bullet finds its home, buried into Cantil’s abdomen and before he can get off another shot, Sutaura ducks behind a couch and Acera tackles him to the ground. The weapon falls from his hand and Acera kicks it out of reach. Pinned to the floor
