The New Eden defenders_ the superhumans, who had been failing miserably_ backed away in shock. They dropped their weapons, watching these mechanical warriors work with terrifying precision. From the bunkers, the wealthy people watched the monitors, breathless.
"We need to hire them to keep us safe!" One suggested, and those with him agreed.
President Finch, unable to stay hidden any longer, shoved past his bodyguards. "I have to see who they are! Open the bunker, I am going out there."
Seventeen minutes. That's all it took. The street was a graveyard of giant, hairy corpses and steaming craters.
Hades stepped over a severed gorilla arm and hissed as his visor retracted. The air smelled of blood, gunfire and burnt hair. He looked at the hovering drones and the trembling New Eden superhumans.
"The meat belongs to us!" Hades shouted, his voice booming. "Nobody touches a single carcass."
