When he finally got to his feet again, he charged forward. He crashed into two more guards.
All three of them went down.
Allen kicked one of them in the chest, knocking him backward. He grabbed the second guard, who was still struggling to stand up, and twisted his neck, snapping his spine.
The last guard had already fallen unconscious from the previous wounds. Allen stepped over the body and made his way to the door.
He burst out onto the street and ran. The metallic substance covering his body began to melt and drip off of his body.
It wouldn't be long before someone realized something was wrong. If not here, then somewhere else.
***
Jay stood next to the desk, watching Allen run. He tapped on the screen showing the feed from the cameras in the laboratory.
"So you're telling me he managed to escape?" Jay said, looking at one of the guards.
Dr. Rut leaned over his shoulder, taking the screen from him.
"We made a mistake, and we'll take all responsibility."
