But even that seemed remote now as they crossed the threshold into the next room. The noise had fallen away, save for the idling of the APCs outside. Jack had gotten used to the grinding of the APCs and their engines, or the omnipresent stew of sound that Hayden had become: the chatter of automatic fire, the occasional explosion, the distant screams. There was just a single way out of the room beyond the entrance they'd just come in through, so they pressed on towards it, boots squelching in the blood. The Marine squad, there had probably been over half a dozen of them, had busted in, guns blazing, and mowed down everything in the room with a savage proficiency, then marched on. Shell casings lay everywhere, but Jack's experienced eye could see the pattern of attack. Somewhere north of twenty corpses lay scattered across the area, most of them zombies, some of them Imps. The floor was made of some strange sort of pale green marble and a great deal of blood had been spilled across it. The trio of Marines walked slowly into what might once have been some sort of lobby.
It was obvious that the Marines had blasted their way in with explosives.
The doors had once been big, heavy, wooden ones, also studded with strips of wrought iron, held in place with big, rusty nails. He led the way, walking up to the only obvious entrance to the building. Jack sighed heavily as he checked over his shotgun once more, then popped his neck. "Rhodes and Diaz and I are heading into the structure to find the Marines, everyone else stay in the APCs and stand guard, we'll be as quick as we can." I doubt they can fake a distress call at this point, so good chance there's actually Marines in there, and we're going to help them, just.need to be ready." He keyed the team radio. "So do we not go in?" Rhodes asked uncertainly. I've rarely been wrong since learning demons are real."
Inmost dens install#
"We did just install that comms booster," Diaz pointed out. "It was too easy to get here, too easy to track the signal," he murmured. "What?" Rhodes asked, standing to his other side.īehind them, the APCs idled, thrumming with power, like beasts of burden resentful of their present immobility. They'd already tried reaching out over the comms, but there had been no response of any kind.
Inmost dens windows#
There were windows built into it, too high up to see from where they stood before it, made of old wrought iron. Jack had no idea because now it was made of some strange ugly tan-brown material that vaguely resembled cobblestone. They'd made their way down three streets and over a few blocks, zeroing in on what might once have been a warehouse or factory of some kind. It had been a quick and relatively easy drive to the distress call. "That's been my default ever since hitting Mars," Jack said, staring up at the strange building. "I really don't like the look of this place," Diaz muttered.
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