They Have Big Stuff Here
With the alarms still blaring overhead, we did a quick reload of our guns before we stormed into the next area.
Mara was once again in charge of busting down the door which she did with a flick of her wrist.
The door crumpled up and was ripped from its door frame before it was sent flying inside.
There was a shout of alarm right before it was replaced by a cry of pain which was then quickly drowned out by the sound of something fleshy being crushed.
We rushed through the doorway to see a group of thugs in the corridor looking back at their comrade who was crushed against the wall, his blood painting said wall red as his organs spilled out onto the ground.
All of us needed no words to be said as we lit up the corridor with ballistic rounds.
The hail of bullets and telekinetically thrown objects soon rendered the rest of the thugs as lifeless as their crushed comrade, filling the corridor with the smell of blood.