John’s internal systems read the biosigns coming from the fallen Doctor Weiber, but it was more of a stubborn attempt of checking the obvious: the man’s pulse was a flatline on his HUD. More human blood spilled by Aleos’ deluded plans.
Heavy breathing could be heard coming from the insides of Derek’s helmet. Lieutenant Romanov coldly moved through the lab, securing the area, or checking the rest of the dead scientists at the bottom, none of them any luckier than the renowned INIS figure.
John sighed bitterness out, feeling anger beating his own impotent feelings. What happened next before Goliath took them all? No, no, John. Think clearly. He breathed deeply again. The fight wasn’t over, and there were likely more of those monsters inside the Beyond Light trying to abduct more people —ei
