Will pulled his bleeding fist out of the ruined machinery. Shattered glass rained across the metal desk in a jagged shower. Bright sparks cascaded over the stagnant blood pooling on the cracked keyboard. The violent destruction of the corporate terminal did not bring any kind of closure. It triggered a dead man's switch.
Deep, grinding mechanical gears engaged behind the drywall. Heavy iron blast shutters dropped rapidly over the primary double doors. The thick steel slammed into the concrete floor with a deafening crash, sealing the corridor behind them.
Tyson immediately lunged for the barrier. He wedged his Goliath-Plate fingers under the bottom lip of the iron shutter. The pneumatic pistons inside his arm shrieked in protest. He tried to deadlift the massive barricade. The steel did not budge a single millimeter. He dropped his arm, breathing heavily.
