SRB
A flash of light was the only thing that announced his arrival. C4-35 was nearly gone by the time that Justin Ayo got to him.
"Holy shit... What happened?! Where is Kellog? Did he do this?! C4-35, report!" He cringed as he heard the burnt skin on the side of the synth's face crackle as it turned to look at him.
"Team terminated. Kellog terminated. All synths at location Ft. Hagen, terminated. Assailant, unknown." C4-35 breathed in deeply. The rasping gurgle told Justin that it was about to die.
"Do you have any intel at all? C4-35, what do you know about who did this?!"
"Human. He was not detected on scans. Calm demeanor in the face of extreme violence. Possibly psychotic. He placed a note into my right chest pocket. Proceed with extreme caution."
Justin immediately reached for the note and pulled it out.
The words seemed to pulsate with ominous intent.
"I am coming. Mogui"
"Who is Mogui?" He received no reply. He moved his eyes from the note back to the synth and realized that it was gone.
He was on his feet immediately running to the control center, shouting.
"Patch-in and download every feed from every unit that was sent to Ft. Hagen, now!" The volume and tone of his voice put his subordinates into an immediate frenzy of work. Monitors started lighting up with streaming videos of the last moments of the team that had been sent.
Explosions. A lot of explosions flashed all over the room, but it was the feed from C4-35 that everyone was watching. Coming across, broken with patches of static was the image of a man approaching the synth. His face was dispassionate and had three long scars running from his forehead to his chin on the left side of his face. Audio was non-existent. Every human and synth in the room was mesmerized as the man dodged a bolt of plasma, shot C4-35, calmly wrote a note, leaned forward, and placed it in his pocket.
When he saw the face of the man, his blood ran cold.
"Get Father down here... now!"
