When the elevator doors opened, Adrien and Billy could hear the storm's roar rushed in. Rain slashed through the dark day, and the rooftop stretched before them. Outside they can see broken machinery, debris, and flickering lights.
Adrien and Billy stepped out from the elevator and walked with large strides.
The soldiers stationed here were no longer on the open roof. Most of them huddled under a half-collapsed metal awning. Their uniforms drenched and their weapons clutched in their trembling hands.
No one dared to stand out in the open where wild lightning still clawed at the air. Their faces were fearful. Their eyes went wide as they turned toward the two men who had just arrived.
Adrien and Billy didn't bring rifles. The firearms seems useless now. Instead, short combat machetes hung from their belts.
The two men walked forward with determination and hard expressions. Their steady and unflinching steps echoed faintly against the rooftop.
