"Breach, Level Two. Mobile Task Force. Aggregate, awaken."
The voice ringing out from the factory floor hit everyone present like a bomb detonating by their ears. The Foundation hadn't just left one Special Task Force behind.
At this moment, everyone wished they had grown an extra pair of legs. They threw away everything useless, keeping only their weapons.
BANG! Norden crashed heavily onto the ground. His face was pale as he clutched his side with a trembling right hand. Blood soaked through a wound at his waist; he'd taken a bullet during the fight with the Special Task Force.
"Get up!" A tentacle shot out, wrapping around him and lifting him off the ground. It was one of Charles's.
With his right leg injured, Charles could only use his transparent tentacles to move, making it look as though he was floating in mid-air.
The glowing fissure in the distance appeared ahead of them, now less than three hundred meters away.
