Justus flew away from the estate; his mission here was complete. He soared into the sky, a fleeting shadow against the drifting clouds, leaving the chaos in his wake without a backward glance.
Below, in the cold, metallic heart of the bunker, none of the people dared to step out. They all cowered in fear in one corner. Bryan tightly clutched his young blonde daughter. She pressed her face against his abdomen, her small body shaking with silent sobs, too scared to look through the gap that had just appeared.
"Don't be afraid. We are here to rescue you," Ivan said. He raised his arms, palms forward in a placating gesture as he cautiously approached the narrow opening.
The instant he stepped into the gap, he was struck by two heavy plasma gunshots to the head and chest, throwing him back a step.
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HEAVY DAMAGE SUSTAINED. (x2)
ARMOUR INTEGRITY: 62%
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