Chapter 95: Carribean Base (6) A Devil
A soldier, shaking uncontrollably, instinctively pulled out his pistol, gripping it with trembling hands. He pointed the barrel at the door, his fear so overwhelming that he didn't even realize the safety was still on. "Put that down! Lay it down!" Kshatti hissed at him, his voice stern but barely above a whisper. "What do you think you're doing? Do you think a small pistol will do anything to someone who shrugged off bullets and a punch from Navas?"
The soldier jolted, realizing the futility of his weapon. "Y-yes, sir..." His voice quivered as he quickly tossed the gun to the floor and kicked it away, raising his hands in a panicked gesture of surrender.
"I didn't mean surrender, idiot..." Kshatti began, his irritation showing. Then, something clicked in his sharp mind. He turned to the others, speaking in hushed but urgent tones. "Quick! Everyone, raise your hands! No one shoots, you hear me? I don't care what happens—do not fire a shot!"
The soldiers scrambled to obey, throwing their weapons aside and raising their hands in unison. Fear permeated the room as the footsteps outside grew louder, heavier.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The distinct, metallic clang of the Power armor boots stopped just outside the command room door. The tension in the room thickened; no one dared even to blink.
Boom!
The heavy steel door was violently kicked in, flying across the room like a missile. It slammed into one of the soldiers, crushing his chest with a sickening crunch. The unfortunate man collapsed to the ground, lifeless, the door panel pinning his broken body.
Zack strode into the room, his Power armor gleaming ominously in the dim light. In his hand, he carried Navas, battered and barely clinging to life. Without a second glance, Zack flung him onto the floor like a discarded rag.