Erikâ€™s eyes widened as he saw what damage the grenade that he had thrown caused. There was a small explosion, but it still was strong and fierce and could do great damage. Erik slowly rose and took a few steps closer. He watched the last flames disappear in the sky. The explosion echoed through the streets. He shook his head. This couldnâ€™t be. Aaron told him it was a non-lethal grenade. He couldnâ€™t understand how it did that much damage. The soldier stood there for a while, just staring with disbelieve. He saw the limbs of a man who had tried to protect a , now weeping, woman. He saw how she fell to her knees and heard a pistol clattering on the ground. It felt to him as if everything was going in slow motion.<br/><br/><br/>After a while he recovered himself from the shock and walked up to the woman. He looked at her for a while until he saw something that broke his heart.  There were two more persons, a child and a woman. She held the child in her arms, but he was dead. Burned by the explosion. He then looked at Aaron who was thrown against a wall and was now unconscious. Erik started to realise how much damage he had caused. A dead man, Aaron unconscious and a dead child. He wouldnâ€™t forgive himself for this. He shouldâ€™ve thought about it before throwing the damned thing. Have all those years of practice not paid off?<br/><br/><br/>Erik looked around a little longer before he said, â€œGet up.â€ As he looked at the woman on her knees. â€œWe have to leave..â€ He then walked over to Aaron and looked at him. There was a lot that Erik wanted to ask him about the grenade that he had given him, but he wondered if Aaron would know the answers to them. He didnâ€™t look like a bad man. Erik sighed and closed his eyes for a while. The stench of burning flesh and hair filled his nose. He pulled Aaron up and then carried him to a nearby building. He kicked in the door and walked inside where he laid the policeman down on a table.<br/><br/>It didnâ€™t look like Erik wanted to help them. He was a foreigner and he had just blown up a man and a child. He wore military clothing and ordered others around. All  that he wanted right now was getting the hell out of here and getting back to Australia. Erik sat down on a chair in the corner of the room and took out a cigarette. He started smoking and hoping that the stench of death would stop burning in his nose. The images of the child and the explosion was haunting him every time he closed his eyes. He remained quiet for a long time.