Clearing the Scars.

After eliminating the last Scar near the water, I moved into the ruined building and dismantled its defenders one by one using stealth and bait. When silence was no longer needed, brute force finished the job, allowing me to return to my boat and explore nearby wreckage driven by curiosity.

The Scar eventually spotted the body of his comrade floating in the water. As he leaned over to investigate, I stepped out from behind the van and grabbed him. Before he could react, I drove my knife through his neck. He went silent instantly.

I pushed the second guard's body toward the first one I had eliminated, watching as they drifted away together. It felt like a small, grim mercy to let them float side by side in the dark water.

With the perimeter clear, I focused my attention on the large, devastated building looming ahead.

I moved into the skeletal remains of the structure, knowing the rest of the Scars were there. I moved like a shadow through the debris, spotting one of them searching the area. I kept my breathing steady, staying out of sight as I prepared to pick them apart.

I found a desk filled with useful supplies and began looting, but I had to stop when I heard footsteps. A guard was approaching my position. I waited until he was within reach, grabbed him, and dragged him into the hallway. I took him down silently, ensuring no one else in the building heard his final breath.

I purposely left the body in a spot where it could be seen, acting as bait. Sure enough, a female Scar noticed her fallen comrade and came to investigate.

I was already waiting in the shadows, my silenced pistol aimed precisely. As soon as she stepped into range, I put a bullet through her brain, ending her search instantly.

The last guard in the immediate area came charging toward the sound of the fire. I wasn't in the mood for stealth anymore. I switched to my shotgun and waited for him to round the corner. The moment he came close, I pulled the trigger and blew his head off, ending the threat in this wing of the building.

Before moving on, I noticed a large sketch of a woman on the wall, the Prophet, the one who inspires the Scars devotion. I then leaped off the side of the building, landing back near my boat to resume the journey.

I didn't leave immediately, though. My curiosity was piqued by the wrecked metro line I had passed earlier. I noticed a small opening that looked like a way inside the elevated tracks. I parked the boat and ran toward the entrance, hoping to find something valuable hidden in the wreckages.

We'll check what happens next in another post.

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Image Source: In game screenshots.

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Peace.