Villain Ch 1771. Rollback
The next corridor yawned open before them, wide and low, lined with tall brass pillars on either side. Each pillar was studded with strange glass orbs that glowed faintly red—like eyes.
Zoe tilted her head. "Anyone else feel like we're about to walk into a shooting gallery?"
Jane's lip curled in distaste. "Those aren't decorative. They're pivot mounts."
Allen's gaze swept the hallway, reading the spacing, calculating angles. "Pivots for what?"
The answer came before anyone could guess—one of the glass orbs swiveled and locked onto them. A thin red beam lanced out, scanning across Allen's chest. The hum that followed made the hairs on the back of his neck rise.
"Turrets," Allen said flatly.
The beam cut out, and for a half-second, there was only the thrum of the factory's breath.
Then all at once, the corridor lit up with movement as the other orbs turned in unison—locking on.
And the shooting started.
