By now, the guards were already aware of his presence.
They rushed into position, dropping behind cover and opening fire with their automatic rifles.
This time, they were ready, which made things slightly harder.
Rapid gunshots tore through the air.
Francis slowed his steps instead of rushing in. He observed his surroundings, then flicked his foot against a loose rock.
The stone shot forward like a bullet and slammed into an electrical box on the wall. The entire building went dark.
He did not need to rely on his infrared eyes to deal with them, only his overwhelming speed.
One step, then gone.
He reached the first man before the rifle could adjust. His hand tore into the side. The man fell hard, screaming as he clutched the wound while blood slipped through his fingers.
Another guard turned, only to feel a sharp claw rake across his back, shredding his spine in an instant.
"SHOOT HIM!"
"DON'T LET HIM GET CLOSE!"
"FUCK HIM UP!"
