The first wave didn't come from the doors. They dropped from the ceiling.
"Huskers!" Lily shrieked, diving behind a heavy metal crate.
They were bio-mechanical nightmares—human shapes encased in matte-grey carbon fiber, their movements jerky and unnatural. They didn't breathe; they hissed.
"Leon, left!" Ashley shouted.
Leon didn't wait. He moved in a blur of motion that even Adrien's eyes couldn't track. He caught a Husker's punch, redirected the momentum, and sent the cyborg crashing into a glass partition.
Ashley was a whirlwind of precision, her suppressed pistol barking rhythmic thwips as she picked off the sensors in the Husker's visors.
"Adrien, the door!" she yelled.
Adrien was frantically typing into a handheld terminal, trying to override the security lock while a Husker lunged at him. Leon intercepted it mid-air, tackling the machine into a wall.
"Got it!" Adrien cried. The heavy blast door hissed open. "Inside! Now!"