Chapter Seventy-Five

The warehouse is filled with deafening sounds of gunfire. 

Fawn is surrounded by several men and a meta. I fear the worst has happened to her but then a pillar of fire erupts from the ground.

Golden flames spiral up in the air, bathing the warehouse in a sweltering heat. From this much I know she should be alright. 

If I want to keep things that way though, I'll need to get to her and lend the helping hand she asked for.

They can't know I'm here though. I need to find a way around their line of sight.

Scanning the area with haste I find little in the way of an alternate route to my enemies. The only stairs leading up to the platform they're standing on is right next to them and crawling with their ilk too.