The heavy metal door frame groaned under the sudden, brutal pressure of the expanding plasma arc, throwing long, jagged shadows across the center floor of the ruined drone workshop. Delon remained slumped in the far corner of the damp structure, his vision swimming with halos of brilliant white light that stung his eyes and made his pupils contract painfully. The absolute destruction of his immediate hiding spot left him completely exposed, his hands trembling violently against the cold, mud-slicked concrete as he tried to gather enough strength to pull his knees backward. The sharp, mechanical click of multiple heavy weapons being c****d in unison echoed through the cavernous space, cutting through the dull roar of the rain outside.
"Do not make a single lateral movement, Delon," Zyfa
