Bullets. Sub-zero bullets. Specially modified to take me down… wilted before my barrier. No, they couldn't even make it past the sheer heat I was exuding right now, fueled by my controlled rage at finally seeing Agent Kael.
The lab was a cacophony of panic and shouted orders, but none of it mattered. I stepped forward, each movement deliberate, each step a death sentence.
"LEAVE!" I had given them a chance.
The white coats—the spineless bastards—took it first. Their panic-filled screams echoed as they scrambled toward the exit, lab coats flapping behind them. I watched them for a moment, their retreat almost pathetic. Then I took one step.
CRACK.