Heavy footsteps thundered down the hospital corridor, the sound of different voices cutting through the chaos outside the hospital.
Arthur's hearing picked up the distinctive rhythm of movement; he could tell that they were coordinated and coming in his direction.
Gates's private army. About time.
The security team burst through the door like a force of nature.
Six figures in advanced gear, their movements speaking of extensive combat training and experience.
Each figure carried weapons that belonged in science fiction rather than reality.
The team leader, a grizzled veteran, immediately assessed the situation through the shattered window.
"Contacts confirmed. Multiple hostiles on structure seven. Engaging defensive protocols."
He turned to Gates. "Sir, the weapons were distributed as ordered."
They came prepared.
Two team members stepped forward, carrying sleek cases that opened with pneumatic hisses.
