They crashed through the emergency exit — only to find the street outside churning with undead. Claws dragging asphalt, jaws snapping, hungry.
Sasha hissed, "Everyone down!"
Three grenades flew from her hand.
Cloud blinked — he definitely did not issue those.
Where did she got those?
KA-THOOM!
Cars rocked. Glass rained. Smoke rolled across the street as bodies flew. Cloud looked at Sasha — surprise cracking his usual stoic calm. But he didn't ask, they didn't have time.
They sprinted through the haze, lungs burning. They reached the armored van — but the engine wasn't running. The driver looked frozen with anxiety.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Alvaro roared. "Drive!"
"Not without Henry and Grey," Cloud replied, refusing to look away from the chaos.
"If we stay, we all die!" Alvaro snapped.
Cloud's voice turned to steel. "They're my men."
