A crash shook the end of the hall. The entrance, to the so-called Lair B, the remote office that used to be used by Pixis, had been besieged at its entrance. The sound intensified. Surrounding voices from outside, unknown.
The alarms did not lessen his scandal.
Shit…
A battering ram collapsed the metal door leading into the crushed lair. The abandoned building was surrounded. Backup forces and a properly armed contingent were stationed around.
Zet had turned around in the direction of the corridor that connected to the stairs.
"Damn it, Kizart!" He snarled, knocking on the damned door.
Closed.
Leaving him and a disgruntled Dilan as vile cannon fodder. The latter ran growling toward the nearest window; on the other side were thick Plexiglas glass reinforced with shiny titanium bars,
