Disorder and chaos spread through what was left of the scientific elite.
With the disappearance and probable death of Curtis Boatman, without a clear chain of command, arguments and disdain quickly roared into the room.
— Without resources, the CDCA cannot keep up! What are we going to do?– Dr. Shěn Xuánhéng yelled.
— Then, let it happen! – The Director of the Cyborg Division shouted at him.– It is gone now!
During this important emergency meeting, Seargent Brooke, Chief of Security, showed up to inform with his clipped, lifeless voice:
— 38% of personnel is still operational. Maximum alert protocols are active and I have recalled all the remaining patrols to return to base.
In the meantime, Hyde was arguing with the Director of the Abomination Project:
— I do NOT care if you have exhausted your resources and have no more subjects- he said in a calm and merciless voice, his tone promising revenge if his will was not to be followed.
—Improvise or vanish.
The transmission died abruptly. Andele had cut the feed…
— Enough, Hyde, – He snapped. – The chain of command may put you in charge, but you’d better act quickly, or the Netherworld will consume us all.