He smiled, "Come, Kashan, we will settle this here."
Many rumbling sounds came, as many men ran to the third level corridor down the staircase.
Arkam put his specs in the case. Arkam, hidden in shadows, waited. Taking a deep breath, he pulled two knives from his shoulder holster, hidden under his overcoat.
There were guns, too, but he didn't pull them out.
He held the knives. Quickly, five men came into the room where he resided, luring in the shadows, and he watched.
One of the men said, "Who activated the security protocol? What the fuck is going on here?" he looked around.
The second man said, "Whoever activated it will be silenced!" telling others to focus.
As they searched, Arkam leaped towards one man. And Arkam, going behind him, without being noticed by the men, he sliced his neck, killing him. As the men fell, Arkam grabbed the man and dragged him into the shadows.
One man noticed that he was missing. He screamed, "Where is Karni? Where did he go?"
Others also noticed and got closer to each other. Everyone got more cautious. The tension was as dense as the darkness in the room.
A man named Darm held a gun in his hand. With the other three men also cautious, they stood close. But slowly, other screams came. He pointed his gun towards the sounds of the screams, and in a few seconds, the sounds stopped.
He alone was in the room; others were dead.
His breath was heavy. Gulping down. A sound came from his left.
He turned in that direction, nothing, turned again. There was darkness, but as he turned, Darm saw a man in black, with blood all over him.
He tried to scream, but before that, Arkam leaned towards him, slicing his neck half through, and he grabbed his hair. Darm's eyes got wider as Arkam started pulling the head, ripping from the neck.
Darm's gasped, slowly the flesh ripped like a thread, and the blood squirted on Arkam's face.
—crunch. Arkam ripped the Darm's head from his neck slowly and painfully.
Darm's face had a terrified expression.
Arkam held Darm's head, and he threw it in a crate behind.
All five men were dead, and Arkam left the room. In the room, blood splashed all around, and many crates were there, and those crates contained five bodies.
A shadowy figure drenched in blood, red light reflected from his coat. Blood dripped through hair, curtained his eyes.
Arkam looked around the long corridor as twenty-four men slowly came out of other rooms, and they all searched the other rooms.
One of them noticed a shadowy figure in the red light, as the sirens screamed.
He also screamed, "Who are you?!!" Others also noticed him, and they were cautious.
Arkam smiled as he placed his knives inside his coat and drew out two Desert Eagles, their matte black forms absorbing the red light.
The firearms felt solid and comfortable in his hands, their grips digging into his skin.
The six-inch barrels glinted menacingly, ready to unleash .50 caliber bullets that could shatter steel.
With a metallic click, he loaded rounds, the slides snapping forward. The triggers were firm, promising irreversible decisions.
Balancing the guns, their weight lingered—a foreboding reminder of the devastation they could unleash.
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, and activated GEAR.
GEAR slowly enveloped his arms and surged through his guns. His guns were enormous and grew even bigger. A blue vein glowed—going through the grip to the barrel.
They pulled out their guns, all breathing heavily. One by one, they pulled the trigger, and all the guns used energy.
They shot, a tint shone—Blinding. But where they shot, Arkam wasn't there; he ran fast to even see.
They all gasped, one of them said, "Damn this supersoldier!"
He passed through everyone, dodging everyone's bullets. Slid through the ground, and entered the room where Kara was hidden.
He saw that Kara's crate was safe and exited the room. He was relieved, "Now time to kill these bugs." Arkam thought.
In front of the men, Arkam smiled and started shooting his guns. His bullets pierced through a few of them, and as the bullet got deep inside, it exploded from kinetic energy imbued by GEAR.
Many died, but some were not so lucky, and the excruciating pain of exploding bullets gave them a state worse than death. Some dodged and started shooting.
"Fucking bugs!" he thought.
Arkam stood behind them, aiming his guns at both men's heads.
Bang—
They both fell down backwards. Bullets pierced through their skull. Their head burst.
He moved towards another group of men, shooting in their heads—as they exploded.
Only fourteen men left, and slowly and effectively, he killed all of them.
Arkam's face was covered in blood. held two guns that dripped with blood.
"Phew, that sure took some time. So Kashan is not here."
As Arkam glanced at the pile of bodies, he noticed a man lying on the staircase, breathing slowly.
Slowly, He drifted through the corridor, red light covered the whole space.
Arkam stepped aside to avoid a man hanging from the ceiling, guts hanging.
He bent down, and he saw the men with limbs torn and eyes out of their sockets, and blood gushed everywhere.
The man's lungs ruptured in the fight. Arkam narrowed his eyes.
He sighed, "Kashan is your leader," he muttered. "Yes, why are you talking like we are friends or something?" the man said. Arkam rubbed his temple.
"Sigh, what i…is your name, rebel?"
"Huh, why do you car—cough?" smiling.
"Just tell me before you die," he said, putting guns in his shoulder holster, hidden under his overcoat.
"Oka…k, Zara Ammber." he choked out blood. Arkam patted his back to relieve him.
"Okay, Zara, last question, is he upstairs waiting?" he clutched his jaw, twitching eyes.
"I don't know if he is waiting, but he is upstairs." Arkam closed his eyes after listening to him.
"Please kill me," he coughed again.
Arkam slowly reached for his neck. "Your touch is cold," Zara said.
"Ahah," a sound of crunch came, a quick death. His neck twisted.
Arkam stood up, wiping his blood from his face. He took solemn steps towards Kara's room.
He entered the room, slowly walking toward Kara's crate.
"It's Arkam. I will open the crate now."
"Oh, Arkam yeah, okay." Arkam slowly opened the crate, removing the cover.
"What is this Sound that came from out—" She got shocked after seeing Arkam covered in blood.
"Come out," he muttered.
She struggled to come out, and Arkam gave his hand to support her. Kara got out. Standing in front of him, "What happened?" looking into his eyes.
"Nothing, you should remain here, and there's no reason for you to hide in a crate." He began walking toward the exit. "But…" she faltered. Arkam glanced back and smiled.
"There's no need for you to be anxious in this situation," he said, continuing on his way.
Kara held her chest. "Please don't die," she whispered.
Arkam walked down the corridor. Walking through the carnage he did, in the reddish corridor. He ascended the stairs and entered a room filled with many crates and six pillars. At the far end, he spotted the entrance where Kashan was scheming with his now-deceased men.
"Kashan, it will be damn reunion." He sprinted toward the entryway and saw Kashan.
Kashan, busy with the chart, heard footsteps approaching and said without turning,
"You took your time. So, did you resolve the issue?" He tapped on the hologram to zoom in on the chart.
"Nah, I created a bigger problem, devil."
Arkam stood behind Kashan, a distance away at the room's entrance. Kashan paused his work.
Kashan's eyes were wide open. The voice gave him the chills down his spine.
"You smell like blood, immortal killer, like in the war," he said, a smile spreading across his face as he slowly turned his head toward the voice that came.
He saw a man in black standing in front of him, with two guns and a blue vein on the guns, smiling.