The Exoskeleton user looked around the room, his eyes widening in disbelief. The Gilt Rat members and the Black Hounds combined had a much larger number of fighters than the Bloodline group. They should have overwhelmed them easily. So how was it that nearly everyone in the media room had already been defeated? And more importantly, why weren't more reinforcements pouring in?
Only now did he begin to realize that support had stopped arriving altogether. No footsteps rushing up the stairs, no shouting from the hallways, no backup at all. A creeping unease crawled up his spine.
My mind's running wild… that can't be the case, right? he thought, staring at the bodies scattered across the floor and the Bloodline members surrounding him.
"You!" he shouted suddenly, pointing at Joe. "You did this on purpose, didn't you? No wonder you were running around everywhere from me! You were beating up all the members so you could outnumber me in this situation!"
