"Yeah, wouldn't want to upset middle management," Sebastian replied deadpan.
CLACK.
He slid a magazine into the rifle.
Ten minutes later, Sebastian was strapped into the hard vibrating metal seat of an armored transport truck. The vehicle rumbled aggressively as it descended the spiraling ramps from the military sector down into the absolute bowels of Server 112.
Sector 4. The slums.
The air inside the transport was tense. The soldiers gripped their rifles and their eyes nervously darted toward the reinforced windows.
Lieutenant Garret stood at the front of the transport holding onto a hanging strap. His cybernetic right arm hummed with a low menacing energy. He looked at the squad of grunts with pure disdain.
