Bullets swept across.
The Haitian bodyguards circled outside fell into pools of blood, and the glass and walls of Westminster Cathedral were riddled with bullet holes.
Raul Cedras, by sheer luck, had not been hit, but the British interpreter beside him was shot dead. Scared stiff, Raul bent over, attempting to rush into the church, but the people inside promptly shut the doors!
"Fuck!" he cursed angrily, taking cover behind a barricade and returning fire under the protection of his bodyguards.
When the gunfire erupted, tourists screamed in panic, scattering in all directions across the open space in front of them.
Raul Cedras saw a couple who looked like tourists screaming and running towards him; sensing danger, he hadn't even begun to reprimand them to stay back when he saw a black backpack thrown in their direction.
"Get down!!!"
Boom!!!
The bomb inside the backpack took everyone with it, wiping them out in one fell swoop.