Ascending from the wreckage of the games room, Ramon and his dwindling command group continued their relentless climb up the concrete stairs, eventually pushing through the heavy doors into the Fortis Media Room.
Advertising materials, presentation boards, and promotional flyers were scattered in disarray across the floor. To their genuine surprise, out of all the sprawling office spaces they had breached so far, this specific room actually had the fewest conscious Gilt Rat and Black Hound members. Almost all of the Syndicate grunts were already incapacitated, groaning in pain on the carpet.
Standing amidst the fallen was a single, exhausted defender wearing a green jacket.
"That one over there... another troublesome Altered?" Ramon sneered, looking down his nose at the panting Ranger. "No wonder the Billion Bloodline group was acting so remarkably confident."
