Xavier moved through the wreckage like the place had been designed for him specifically. Walls split where Serpent's Fang passed, reinforced doors tearing apart in segmented arcs before collapsing inward. Alarms screamed overhead, then died one by one as power conduits were severed or crushed. Smoke hung low, mixed with the sharp smell of burnt metal and blood.
Arlen took the left corridor, guns steady, shots controlled and final. She didn't waste ammo, didn't look back, already past each body before it hit the floor. Rin stayed close to Xavier's flank, blades working fast in tight spaces, clean movements meant for hallways and panic. Klatos anchored the rear, heavy weapons thundering when resistance clustered, explosives planted with practiced hands whenever the structure needed encouragement to fail.
They weren't searching yet. This wasn't the place.
