Three rounds tore through the wet air where Sera had not been for two heartbeats. The fourth punched a console and threw sparks into Dr. Orhan's coat. Layla Orhan did not flinch... she just continued to watch like she was above it all.
Sera did not run.
She walked forward, and the room shortened itself to fit the pace.
Dr. Davis held his ground at the console like a captain on the bridge of a ship he believed could not sink.
The smile that touched his mouth was not triumph.
It was the satisfaction of knowing that his life's work wasn't a waste, that the drive to create a better soldier, a stronger human had come to fruition.
He eyes lit up as he continued to watch Sera rip apart the soldiers meant to protect him.
But then again, he didn't think that he needed to be protected from his own daughter.
