The heavy steel blast doors didn't just open, they were violently evicted from their frames. They flew across the room and smashed into a row of expensive imported crystal statues before skidding to a halt on the plush blood-red carpet.
CRASH!
Sebastian casually stepped through the ruined doorway, dusting off the shoulder of his torn leather coat. Gwen flanked him, her kinetic pistols drawn and leveled at the center of the room.
The Iron Wraiths' central boardroom was a ridiculous display of stolen wealth. Despite being buried in the rusted slums of a dead space leviathan, the room was immaculate. A massive polished mahogany table dominated the space, illuminated by floating chandeliers of pure condensed starlight.
Sitting at the head of the table was Jared.
