The snow was still falling, thick and relentless, like the world itself wanted to erase everything every footprint, every drop of blood.
Collins staggered near the broken glass of the power station, face pale, one arm wrapped in crimson-soaked gauze. Bruce limped beside him, shoulder dripping red, jaw clenched in agony. Petrova's men were barely conscious some crawling, others collapsed in the snow. We all looked like war's leftovers.
"Collins!" I shouted, voice raw. He turned, eyes fogged over with shock. "We need to get to the farm clinic. Nearest hospital. Now." My gaze swept the wreckage. "Where's Rex? Nova?!"
Rex emerged from the smoke like a demon out of hell, dragging a wounded ally. His face was streaked with soot and blood, eyes burning. "We got 'em. Twins, guards. All down. But…"
"But what?"
He froze. "Nova's missing. Last I saw, she was near the server wing. Then she vanished."
