The bunker was silent except for the distant rumble of explosions somewhere above them.
Ethan stood near the wall of monitors, staring blankly at the flickering screens. Flames burned across different sections of the estate. Smoke drifted through ruined hallways. Bodies lay motionless where they had fallen.
He swallowed hard.
“How many did we lose?” he asked quietly, his voice heavy as he kept his eyes on the screens.
Jack leaned against the wall, pressing a cloth against his wounded shoulder. His face was pale beneath the soot and blood. “Best guess?” he said grimly, shaking his head. “Thirty… maybe thirty-five,” he continued, his voice tired and hollow. “Out of forty-five total security.”
He paused for a moment before adding bitterly, “And that’s not counting the support staff.”
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