all civilian personnel ran away while all guards converged on their
location, but they were ready for it. A thunderous, almost rhythmic
pace of footsteps rushed at them. Basic sub-machine guns and
handguns were all that the security forces had but still, they managed
to stop Derek in his tracks. He never faced so much impact and
stopping power all at once, and even with his shield on, he could feel the
kinetic punch of the bullets push him back and tip his balance.
Shooting them was the easy part, but even then Carter did most of the
work in that area. It was over in less than ten seconds.
There was blood splashed across the floor and walls, and none of it was
theirs. The shields did their jobs and Carter marched forward. Despite
what Derek thought of him, Carter’s plan was basic and unlikely.
Following everything he did, Derek joined Carter in his cleansing of the
station. This USOC outpost was going to be theirs, and their security
was no longer any match for the duo of destruction, at least that’s what
Derek thought of himself and Carter. Straight down the hallway and
onto the stairs. Carter strode quickly and with almost inhuman
confidence, with the least concern for anything that might jump out at
him. At the top of the stairs was yet another hallway with rooms lined
up on either side. Just like the first floor, only at the end of this hallway
was a completely sealed room. And Carter walked straight towards it.
A grim yet satisfied face showed that there might have been some
personal objective Carter had yet to tell him. Guards who were brave
or stupid enough to gather up the courage to roll out of the rooms and
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