Tremendous Loss
The command center of the Bionic Corp had turned into a tomb-like silence, with officers staring at their monitors, their faces pale as they processed the calamity that had befallen their comrades. The static on the screens was like the hiss of death, confirming the obliteration of the level 2 guards.
An officer's voice broke the silence, his statement sending a ripple of dread through the room. "All level 2 guards are down," he stammered, his voice shaking with the collision of fear and duty. "There are... no survivors."
Beta's reaction was visceral; his fists clenched so tight that his knuckles turned white, his muscles taut with barely restrained rage. "Dead," he repeated, the word coming out as a growl. He stood immobile, a statue of fury, as the impact of the news washed over him. The thought that Zorvax had outmaneuvered and outclassed them was a cold, hard lump in his stomach.