Everyone looked at the holoprojector in front of the empty capsules. There it was the translucid figure of the one who promised salvation through destruction: Aleos, reduced to a scaled-down hologram by hundreds of thousands of times. Its arachnid eyes shot red intenser than blood, although they were frighteningly inexpressible. just like an alien spider.
“There’s the bastard. We were expecting you. How predictable,” mocked Heinrich.
The grave voice didn’t wait to respond. “Predictable is unbreakable. What is predictable is the perfect unchaining of events that can be predicted, but not stopped. And we are unstoppable.”
John opened a channel with Sergeant Kopp and the SolOps. “Rasputin, Kilo, activate the generator now. Possible contacts inbound.”
“You think you can hide from destiny,”
