It doesn't take long to see where Five's holed up - the auditory mix of suppressed gunfire and primal screeches behind sliding double doors is something to behold.
"This is it," Voodoo says, placing a breaching charge on the door. "Prepare to breach."
FA-THOOOM!
There goes the door, along with a synth or three. The group storms into the room and opens fire on the synths, Voodoo concentrating on the ones closest to Nathan and Logan. After a mag dump or two, though, one thing becomes clear:
no subject
"This is it," Voodoo says, placing a breaching charge on the door. "Prepare to breach."
FA-THOOOM!
There goes the door, along with a synth or three. The group storms into the room and opens fire on the synths, Voodoo concentrating on the ones closest to Nathan and Logan. After a mag dump or two, though, one thing becomes clear:
"Shit! These things are goddamn bulletproof!"