At last… a good chapter! Time, at last, for some good old-fashioned action. Also, the Exosuits make a return!
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GANGLAND CHAOS
The cold night nipped at Drake as he kneeled on the edge of the building, watching the Les Serviteurs members arrive at the old, now-abandoned factory.
He was here for a few reasons: One, he needed to clear his head and get to grips with the dramatic change in the relationship between him and Rebecca. And Two: These gang members had Prometheus Technology with them.
He knew that this was the last of the gangs outfitted with Prometheus Technology stolen from the shipment. This meant that, as well as the plasma weapons; this was where he would find the two missing Exosuits.
He jumped down, still with his stealth, equipped, but nearby, a thermal camera had seen him jump down.
"It's here."
"Good. Remember: We need to recover our technology as well. Once things get started, that's when we send in the Monster Squad."
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"Finally… we get the last of this stuff."
"Ah, those assholes barely new what hit them, Thanks to those Exosuits. That's some nice tech…"
"So is this. Man, the whole city's ours now that we got this stuff!"
The Les Serviteurs leader stood up.
"Brothers!" He shouted, "The Demon is here for us! Now…take up your blades! Put on your ghost suits! The Demon will taste the wrath of… Les Serviteurs!"
All of the Les Serviteurs activated devices on their bodies and, after the room briefly filled with surges of electricity, all of them vanished, leaving only the two Exosuits as their pilots entered the cockpits.
A few seconds later, a small window on the ceiling opened…
Drake jumped quietly down onto the rafters, looking down, as his stealth remained active. He looked down, only to see the whole place empty.
He slowly stalked round the rafters, wondering where his prey had gone. Unfortunately, as he did so, he accidentally knocked a dislodged screw from the rafters.
"He's here, Brothers!" A whispering voice suddenly came, "Now!"
The sprinklers on the ceiling suddenly activated, showering the room with cold water. Drake grunted in frustration as, in a blinding surge of electricity, he was revealed.
"There!"
One of the Exosuits' guns started up, aiming at Drake. Drake leapt down, avoiding the hail of bullets and landing in the middle of the floor.
Bad move.
Blue electricity danced around the room as the heavily armed gang members were revealed.
"Kill it! Kill the Demon!"
Drake leapt through the air like lightening, nimbly dodging a veritable wave of energy, missiles and bullets, but it was only seconds before something found its mark. He roared in pain and anger as the weapons started slicing into him.
He leapt into the middle of the mob, swinging his spear round, just as one of the Exosuits fired a missile, which blasted straight into his back.
He needed a new plan, Drake thought as the Les Serviteurs prepared their blades to strike. Desperately, he rolled beneath them, swinging his spear as he went and cutting through them.
The Plasmacaster whirled to life, suddenly firing bursts of white-hot plasma at the gang members and sending them flying across the room in hellish explosions. He dodged another burst of gunfire and leapt at one of the suits, only for the mechanical claw to swat him away and send him crashing into a wall.
"Kill it! Blood for the Loa!"
One of them swung his blade down, but Drake easily grabbed it and kicked him off, before leaping up just in time to dodge another searing missile. He spun round in the air as another of the robots fired its gun, before unleashing another blast from the plasmacaster.
The blast shot toward one of the Exosuits, but it brought up the claw and blocked. After a might shower of sparks, the claw was sent flying off into the wall.
A plasma beam caught him in the side, causing him to howl with pain as his bright-green blood spilled out over the floor. Another blade caught him in the side as he screamed in pain.
"Now! Finish it!"
One of the Exosuits prepared its missile launcher to fire as Drake desperately tried to pick himself up…
Finally, Drake leapt up as the missile fired. He jumped into the rafters, only for the missile to swerve up and follow him.
Below, the gangsters opened fire, a hail of missiles and plasma beams firing up at him.
Drake leapt from the rafters as the blasts collided with the structure in an almighty explosion. The force hurled him across the room and clean through a wall, into another room filled with machinery.
He crashed into one of the machines before falling face-first to the ground. He pulled himself up as he heard the sound of grating metal and collapsing mortar.
Through the hole in the wall, he saw the roof of the previous room cave in, the gang members running for their lives even as they were buried in the avalanche of debris.
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The figure outside watched, with three soldiers behind him, as the roof of the building began to cave in.
"It's started."
"Excellent. Send in the Monster Squad. If it's not already dead, they'll finish the job."
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Drake immediately ran for the window as the roof above him collapsed. However, the debris immediately started raining down around him, forcing him to the floor. It gave way beneath him as the tonnes of debris forced him further down…
IT'S THE RETURN OF THE CLIFFHANGERS! Badly wounded, Drake is trapped under tonnes of rubble…and if he manages to get out of there alive, he's got to contend with the Monster Squad! Stay tuned…