Jimmy: What the hell?!
Customer: Get down! Everybody get down!
A giant, matte-black armored SUV slammed through the front glass window frame, crushing three wooden booths near the entrance. Glass exploded across the checkered floor like shimmering rain as the engine roared with heavy, terrifying power. The heavy tires skidded onto the linoleum, coming to a dead stop right in the middle of the dining room.
Jimmy: Is this guy crazy?! Who drives a truck inside a diner?!
Jimmy's Friend: Jimmy, look at those tires... that's not a normal truck!
The thick black doors of the armored SUV burst open. Four heavy boots hit the broken glass on the floor in perfect, synchronized rhythm. Four men in full military tactical uniforms stepped out first, raising black semi-automatic rifles to their shoulders, securing every exit in the building.
Tactical Guard 1: Secure the perimeter! Nobody moves!
Tactical Guard 2: Clear left! Clear right!
Diner Owner: Please, don't shoot! Don't shoot!
From the rear passenger door of the vehicle, a tall, broad-shouldered bald man stepped out. He wore a dark tailored suit with a immaculate white shirt and black tie. His stern face was carved out of pure stone, his cold grey eyes sweeping across the ruined diner until they landed on the fallen wheelchair.
General Vance: Secure the room.
Tactical Guard 3: Sir, room is clear!
General Vance: Where is she?
The bald man ignored the military guards, ignoring the screaming patrons and the broken glass beneath his polished dress shoes. He walked with heavy, deliberate footsteps straight toward the center of the room where Lily lay stranded on the floor.
Lily: Dad...?
General Vance: Lily! Stay still, sweetheart!
The stern man dropped to his knees right in the middle of the spilled food and shattered glass, completely ignoring the grease staining his expensive suit pants. His powerful hands trembled slightly as he gently lifted Lily's head, checking her wrists and forehead for injuries.
General Vance: Are you hurt? Talk to me, Lily. Look at me.
Lily: My... my arm hurts, Dad. He pushed me over.
General Vance: WHO TOUCHED MY DAUGHTER?!
The General's voice roared through the high ceilings of the diner like thunder, vibrating the light fixtures hanging above the counter. Every customer gasped, stepping back against the walls in complete terror. General Vance stood up slowly, turning his towering frame toward Jimmy.
Jimmy: Wait... I didn't know... I thought she was just a waitress!
SLAP!
General Vance whipped his right hand across Jimmy's face with brutal, crushing force. The sharp impact cracked through the silent diner like a rifle shot, sending Jimmy stumbling three feet backward into a metal counter post.
Jimmy: Argh!
Jimmy grabbed his stinging, swollen cheek, his hand trembling violently as red blood trickled down from a fresh cut near his lip. His face turned completely pale as he looked into the cold, deadly eyes of the military commander standing before him.
Jimmy: YOUR DAUGHTER?!
General Vance: You have five seconds to explain why you aren't leaving this room in a body bag.