"Shoot the trespasser."
Magnus Mace roared the brutal command over the deafening hum.
The giant mercenary dropped to his knees on the freezing marble steps. The synthetic soundwave crushed his equilibrium. Fifty heavily armed Vanguard soldiers struggled to unholster their weapons. The acoustic pressure made their vision blur and their teeth vibrate.
Project Apollo stood in the exact center of the plaza.
The clone did not flinch at the sight of fifty drawn firearms. He did not seek cover. He just kept his mouth open and stared at the massive stone facade.
He emitted a terrifying continuous pitch. It was an acoustic drill aimed directly at the structural foundation of the Royal Grand Opera House.
Behind Magnus the massive bulletproof glass panels of the entrance doors began to spiderwe
