A few thunderous explosions sounded, followed by the crackling of gunfire and shouts. The Cleaner near the gate was in chaos, seemingly disrupted by an unknown enemy ambush.
"Who!"
It was right before the storm hit, and both Soviet agents had heightened their alertness to the max. The sudden outbreak of conflict startled both of them.
Quickly pulling up surveillance footage, seeing two or three dozen exoskeleton warriors advancing toward the outer stronghold, Boris blurted out
"It's those lunatics outside, how are they moving so fast, suka blyat! Do these guys not understand what restraint means?"
An hour or two ago, they had just raided one of their strongholds, and before they even got comfortable, they attacked this core stronghold of the Cleaner. You don't even want a halftime break?
"It seems like they're planning to wipe out the Cleaner completely."
