"-sen-"

Warning. Energy levels low.

"M-Je-en"

Warning. Energy reserves depleted.

"-Jen-"

Warning. Recharge batteries immediately.

"O-or-lov-"

War-batteries recharging. Please standby. Systems will be rebooted.

Adam groaned and blinked his eyes open sluggishly. The shape above him shifted, but he couldn't really focus on it. Took a few moments for his vision to settle. He pulled his brows down slightly and grimaced. "Mr Park? I thought I told you to get away?"

"You did. But I have never been so good at following orders." The engineer seemed relieved and worried at the same time. "You took quite a beating. Howe are you feeling?"

"Sore. Going to feel that in the morning."

Park winced. "It is morning."

"Oh" Adam's gaze slid down to the object held in Park's hand. It was an energy cell. An empty one, he would guess. "Is that one of mine?"

"It is", the other confirmed. "Uh, thought that you probably have a Sentinel, and that yours is a bit hard pressed to get you back up and running, and you had a bunch of energy cells on you, so..." He trailed off with a shrug. "Some of my co-workers used to be augmented. Not many with Sarif tech, but I kind of knew where to look for the port."

"...Thanks." He glanced around and switched the Black Box back on. "What happened?"

"After the Walrider finished throwing you around like a ragdoll?" Park shook his head. "I chucked the EMP grenade at you guys, hoping to get it off you, but guess it must have short-circuited the engine instead. Because it blew up." He gestured to the trashed observation window. "I ducked under the computers and waited until everything was over. Then I came back out. You were on the floor. I thought you were dead, but you were still breathing somewhat. Found your spare energy cells and figured I could jolt you awake."

"The Walrider?"

Waylon just nodded over his shoulder towards the corpse of Billy Hope. "He's dead. When the engine blew, the Walrider died too. It's gone. We've won." Suddenly, he beamed across his entire face. "We won, Mr Jensen! And we'll show the world what was going on here!" He got up and offered his hand to the agent. Adam huffed in relief and reached out to pull himself up with his help, catching sight of his arm in the process. Metal panels were broken, support structures twisted, and some cables were hanging loose. "My mechanic's going to throw a fit", he lamented as he carefully climbed to his feet. Systems had taken a hit, but there were no serious damages. Or, at least, no damages that were too debilitating. He was pretty sure he wasn't going to break down walls any time soon, however.

But then his radar came back on, and Adam exhaled in relief. He cleared his throat and pinged Alex. "Hey Alex? I'm done on my side."

"Fucking finally, Jensen!" The pilot hissed. "I was worried sick. Do you know that half the complex is on fire?"

"I was pretty certain it would have happened at some point. But that's okay. Place like that doesn't deserve to exist."

Alex was silent for a moment. "Shit, man, you okay?"

"Sore, and I need to pay Koller a visit."

"It's not that, and you know it."

"I know, but I'd like to get out of here first." He glanced at Park. "Also, would you maybe do a short detour? I found Waylon Park, and I will bring him along. He'll need to go to his family."

"Yeah, can do. But you better hurry, 'cuz I got a whole lot of armed trucks heading towards your position on my screen."

Adam cocked his head, noticing the large amount of life signs converging on his point. "What do you think are the chances they are friendly?"

"Not very high. Get out, I'll keep an eye out for a secure spot to land and will send you the coordinates."

"Thanks"

Adam's shields snapped back across his eyes, though the left one was broken and had a large crack in the middle. "Mr Park, I am afraid we'll get company. Get ready, we will need to leave most urgently."

"...And I doubt these guys are going to be friendly, right?"

"After everything we've seen? Most likely not." He glanced around. "Is there another way out?"

"Likely, but I don't know where", Park admitted. "What now?"

"We talk first", Adam decided. "Leave your camera running, Mr Park."

Waylon nodded, and Adam started walking. A bit stiffer than he normally would move, because every step sent jolts of agony racing through his body. Sentinel was doing its best to fix him up, but it was a slow process with all the injuries that required fixing, and especially when it were his joints that caused most problems and weren't repairable by Sentinel standards.

Still, he tried to get back to the door without limping too obviously, but the way his legs sparked and twitched and lost pieces of metal paneling meant he wasn't very successful on that front.

Then the door slid open, and Adam had a short moment to notice the group of heavily armed men with Doctor Wernicke at their center.

The first bullet hit his armor, and he swayed back in surprise. More shots cracked in short succession, and several more high-speed projectiles clipped his body. Adam snarled as he spun around to shield Park and his TITAN bubbled up from under his skin to protect them both.

"Take them down!" Wernicke's voice ordered, "They know too much!"

Adam only snarled. He could see his battery drain, and he couldn't do anything about it-

"Let me help, Adam"

The entire complex was suddenly thrown into darkness as the entire energy fizzled off, startling the men. "Get away from them. I will keep the doors open for you."

"Eliza?!"

"Run, Adam."

He didn't think, just grabbed Park anddid what she told him, using Smart Vision to navigate through the total darkness and get past the blinded men, who were swearing now. Airlocks slid open before them, didn't even went through their usual procedure but rather allowed them passage almost immediately. Waylon made a startled noise, but kept running alongside him.

More men were in the darkness, shouting for backup. Adam tackled into two and knocked them out, plainly visible on infrared, he guessed, because he knew Park was still filming. They passed the security glass leading to the vehicle pool, and his stomach dropped at the sight of dozens of armored cars arriving at the same time. Then his head began buzzing, and black clouds descended on the men out there, tearing their weapons apart and throwing them around to knock them out.

It couldn't be- the Walrider was dead, wasn't it? They killed it along with its host.

Yet it was out there, taking down the PMCs-

They had to get out of there.

His heart was racing like mad inside his ribcage when he reached the elevator. The lift's doors slid open, and the two men lunged inside. Without them even touching the panel, it began its ascent. Adam exhaled and slumped against the back wall, feeling blood pool beneath him from the few bullets that managed to get through his armor. "Shit"

"What was that?!" Park hissed. "Why were they shooting at us?"

"They are trying to cut off loose ends", Adam grunted, then slid his hand to his ear. "Alex. Change of plan. Get somebody to Park's family now. They need to be protected."

"What-?!" Alex and Waylon questioned at the same time.

"You heard me. We were just shot at because Murkoff wants to hide their mess. The Park family is in danger."

"Shit, on it. Got a pal nearby. He should be enough to get them to get ready."

"Good"

"Adam", Eliza's voice spoke inside his head. "I managed to distract Doctor Wernicke and his men, but you need to hurry. Please."

"Eliza? Are you-"

"Once the shielding was down, I got into their systems. I control this place now, but they won't be stopped for long."

"Thanks." He exhaled, leaning back against the wall.

"What was that about my family?" Waylon demanded to know, his camera shaking in his hand. "Does Murkoff know about them?!"

"They do", Adam confirmed gruffly. "There were files and pictures of them on one of their computers" He exhaled and ran his palm down his face, voice dropping. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner"

Park swallowed thickly. "You had your reasons, right?"

"If you had panicked worrying about your wife and children, you could have gotten killed."

"They are in good hands now? That friend you called?"

"I trust her." He climbed to his feet and hit the emergency stop button. "But we still need to hurry." He reached up and yanked the ceiling hatch right out, motioning for the engineer to follow him. An air vent just above them allowed them to climb their way up, and they emerged just near the elevator, but far away enough so the three men positioned there to shoot them didn't notice them.

They snuck past them easily, the sound of their footsteps masked through the constant thunder of half automatic rifles going off somewhere in the maze of the Asylum. Adam's hand shot out to stop Park the second a pair of inmates ran past their hiding spot, only for both to be gunned down in front of their eyes. Four more PMCs stepped towards the corpses, made crude jokes, and continued their way deeper into the asylum.

"Shit", Park gasped, camera shaking. "They're just killing all of them."

"They do. Nobody's going to care about a few inmates in an asylum if they are found dead inside a burned place." Adam scowled. "Come now, the way outside should be free. Can you run?"

Waylon tested his leg with a little wince. "Not well, but I'm not going to slow you down."

"Good" They rushed out of their hiding spot and hurried down the hallway towards the atrium.

Before they rounded the corner, however, Adam stopped abruptly. "Someone is in the doorway", he mumbled, peeking around the corner.

"What?" Waylon looked too, grimacing. "Great, that's Jeremy Blaire."

"The CEO?"

"Yes. He tried to have me killed. Twice."

Adam hummed. "How would you feel about nailing this bastard?"

"I would feel, yes."

He smirked. "Give me the camcorder, I'll record your meeting." Waylon handed the device over with a confused expression, one that quickly turned sharp the moment Adam grinned at him and faded in a shimmer of gold.

"I see", the engineer exclaimed in realization, "We'll bury that asshole."

"We will", Adam agreed.

Park straightened his shoulders and started walking, one foot before the other, until he stood in front of Blaire. The CEO seemed startled, his eyes nearly bulging from his skull for a moment, before he settled into a grudging acceptance. "So, you are still alive, Park. Color me surprised, didn't think you'd had it in you."

"No thanks to you", Waylon commented with a deep frown. "You put me into that engine, and when I got out, you threw me in the way of Walker, hoping he would kill me."

"What clearly didn't work", Blaire spat. "And now you also somehow destroyed our project. Do you know how much of a chore it was, putting this old Nazi in charge and install this blasted engine? And then we figured that we needed crazies to feed the engine with, hoping we get to summon some ghost, or whatever it was."

"I've seen your work", Waylon growled, still keeping his distance from the CEO. "Murkoff murdered hundreds here, and what for? Profit?"

"Well, we got dozens of generals just waiting to get their hands on Wernicke's pet. Shit like that would have been unstoppable." He shrugged. "But hey, figures making crazies control an unstoppable murder machine is maybe not the smartest idea. Oh well, back to the drawing board."

Waylon blinked. "What? You think you can just continue this?"

Blaire snorted. "Of course. Did you think we will just let you go?" Suddenly, there was a knife in his hands. "Nobody's going to believe you anyways, Park, but I make sure you don't get to talk at all!"

He lunged at the engineer, but Adam already moved to seize the man's arm and twist it into his back, forcing him to drop the weapon. Blaire still reeled from the sudden attack, and his eyes widened in terror when the agent became visible right behind him, with the camcorder in his other hand, waving almost cheerfully.

"Oh, trust me, boss", Waylon gave back, "I won't go out here without any evidence. May I introduce you to agent Jensen too?"

"Interpol", Adam added, watching with glee how the man's face was drained of color. "And you just assaulted a man with a deadly weapon. So..." He twisted Blaire's arm with enough force to make him spin and face him, letting go in the process. With his hand free now, he delivered a fierce punch to the man's face and knocked him flat on his ass. "You have the right to remain silent."

Cheating Death, escaping exploding facilities, hitting bad guys, delivering a solid One-Liner. All in a day's work for Interpol's best agent.