Small drones were flying out of Fortress four like fireflies. The Command Center was humming with energy as the comms officers monitored drone feed from across the entire region, especially the battle ground.
The air felt like it was humming with a static charge, the tension was just too intense. Hades stood at the center of a dozen flickering holographic screens, his eyes darting from one place to another, but he mostly monitored the forest part where the distress report came from.
He had always prided himself on being five steps ahead of everyone especially when Sunshine was away, but everything was just a mess, a chaotic curve ball which had caught him off guard. The best soldiers were scattered. Some were only returning from Ferry land after battle; others were halfway to Kings bridge to secure the new territory.
And now, the live feed from the Northern Westbrook mountain was a horror show of blood and screams and howling mutants.
