It doesn't take long for the reinforcements to arrive: Two fast, sleek, expensive black cars pull up outside the facility and six fresh, confident young Agents disembark.
The place is quiet: There's no gunfire to greet them; no angry shouts or whizzing bullets. The only sound is their muted voices and the sharp click-clack of designer heels on poured concrete as they make their way inside.
As they pass through the courtyard, their unease deepens. Scattered around them, the detritus of battle: Their former comrades lie like litter where they have fallen, their clothes soaked with blood and their scuffed shoes kicked off with snapped straps, their glassy eyes vacant and their mouths agape.
The six women climb the steps, passing still more corpses sprawled in the undignified attitudes of painful, untimely death.
At the end of the climb wait the frightened survivors, lingering at the brutal chokepoint where they were driven back by the stubborn defenders.
There is only one thing to be done.
K Steven
2025-08-31 05:41:46 +0000 UTCK Steven
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