Sebastian pulled on his grey-and-blue Vanguard uniform. He kept his face perfectly slack. He knew exactly why the sector was locked down.
Somewhere deep beneath the city, the Syndicate's precious Harvest Den was
currently nothing but an empty basin filled with the melted armor of their elite guards. Sebastian had literally drank their entire power supply.
He actually felt fantastic at this moment. His physical body was humming with the massive energy of thousands of processed souls. But he made sure to slouch his shoulders. He shuffled his feet like a terrified grunt as he fell into line with the rest of the squad.
The march to Holding Block C was incredibly tense. The usually busy corridors of the military outpost were now lined with heavily armed heavy-borgs. Their red optical sensors swept over the passing soldiers with complete hostility.
