"It's you... you came back from the vault!" Christ screamed, his voice cracking with utter disbelief as his trembling fingers slowly lost their grip on the heavy plasma pistol.
The unstable weapon clattered loudly against the soot-stained concrete of the rooftop, sliding away into the flickering embers of the burning wreckage. Christ backed away in sheer terror, his heels catching on a twisted shard of fuselage metal before he fell hard onto his back. He scrambled backward like a wounded animal, his eyes wide and bloodshot as he stared up at the unyielding figure of Director Gerald standing tall amidst the flames.
The roaring wind of Sector 14 whipped violently through the industrial wasteland, carrying the sharp scent of burning fuel and scorched electronics across the desolate expan
