The low-frequency hum vibrated through the building structure, like the Grim Reaper softly whispering outside the walls.
"The repair workshop has been completely destroyed..."
The voice on the communication channel was noticeably trembling.
"Eight personnel... no signs of life. Repeat, all eight are dead."
Lemont released the microphone, realizing his fingers were cramped from gripping too tightly, temporarily unable to straighten.
He turned to the observation window, looking outside through the cracks in the bullet-proof glass.
The base had been turned into Purgatory.
