Hans and the rest of the DASFs entered the Guardian APCs.
The hive screamed loudly. This time, it covered a large area around this part of Grefort City. On the map, thousands of red markers instantly appeared. And thousands more converged from the outer areas.
It's pulling all the infected into our position, Hans chuckled. As expected. I should use this time to up the ranks of my units.
Matilda stared at him. "Commander?"
"Dying throes," Hans raised his communicator. "All units, begin Phase Three. It's chasing time."
Outside, the APC autocannons roared.
A large artillery shell bombarded the screaming hive, covering its exposed wounds with more explosions and shrapnel. The earth underneath grumbled, rippling waves.
"Hellhammer One, resuming barrage."
"Bastion One, we're good to go."
"Fire up the engines! Let's not waste more time being surrounded here!"
Hans calmly listened to the chatter on the radio.
