024. β Step on my museβs fingers
The air was still, no one dared make a move. Thrill coursing through his veins. Every second more exhilarating than the last.The final two squads, it was borderline intoxicating.Tensions were high, eyes darting left and right for any enemy movement.Itβs sudden a grenade crashing through the window, doors blown off with a single EMP blast. Their defenses laid to waste instantaneously. Gas canisters encasing them- momentarily guarding his team against stray shots. Ring hot on their heels forcing both teams outside.With a shotgun blast, Causticβs sent crashing into the railing. The impact knocks the air out of him stirring a hoarse cough from his lungs. A swift kick to the chest sends Caustic over the railing. Molten rock digs into his side, his head cracking against the rock. Gas canisters and heavy gear clatter.Within moments his squad is downed before his eyes. Caustic reaches for a grenade, but before heβs given the chance Crypto strikes. Boot crushing his wrist and fingers with one stomp. Cryptos visage keeps his true intentions under lock and key.Β
The gun reloading rings loud in Caustics ears, but Cryptosβ words ring louder.βNow, no one will remember who you are.β
