As the doors shot open, forced from their original position by the explosive power of the grenade, the AFI team barged their way through into the throne room. After briefly looking around for the king, with no success, one happened to catch a glance of something dangling from the chains hooked to the ceiling. He focused his attention on it, and then recoiled in horror. It was a naked, mutilated body, with blood dripping down onto the floor. The first thoughts racing through his head were ones of anger, anger that Carlos would do such a thing to a fellow innocent human being. However, as he gazed towards the face of the corpse, he realised it wasn't the body of the Syrixian. As he examined its head, he realised... he realised that it was the body of King Carlos. "Holy shit..." the AFI agent muttered.
After a brief period of time spent gazing in shock at the corpse, he called out to his fellow AFI agents. "You need to see this!" he shouted out. "Someone's killed Carlos, and hung him up!"
As the other agents gazed up in dread, he noticed a glimmer of polished silver. It was another guard, clad in medieval armour and brandishing an enormous, bloodstained steel sword. Without thinking,As the guard charged, the AFI agent raised his umbrella and squeezed the trigger once, two times, three times, into the chest of the guard. The bullets easily pierced the armour without being hindered, before going through the guard's chest. Each bullet spun and fragmented, shredding the guard's internal organs. The first pierced the intestines, pulverizing the membrane, causing the smell of half-digested food and faecal matter to spread throughout the room. The second minced the liver and stomach, and the third annihilated the heart and lungs.
The other agents heard the commotion, and quickly turned their attention towards the scene glanced over as the guard collapsed onto the floor. The shooter calmly walked towards the guard's corpse and pressed the trigger once more, into the guard's skull. The body convulsed once more, and then was still.
"Looks like this guy came to finish off the King killed the King." he noted, gesturing with his umbrella towards the bloodstained blade, which had clattered out of the guard's hand. "Well, we'd better start untying him" he finished, before stepping towards the rest of the group. "What are we waiting for? "All right, you Syrixians go free your hostages or whatever, we'll hold off any guards that show up. If they see the King's body you can bet your asses that they won't stop to find evidence exonerating us, that's for sure."