Rick let go and wiped his bloody hands on his own ruined trousers. He continued down the stairs, Victoria and Rachel following closely behind. Rachel kept her hands over her mouth, trying not to vomit from the overwhelming smell of roasted flesh and ruptured intestines.
They reached the ground floor.
Rick pushed the door open slightly, peeking out into the hospital's main lobby.
The lobby had been converted into a makeshift trauma ward by the Corporate Oversight squads. Medical privacy screens were set up everywhere, and heavy equipment was scattered around.
Through the reinforced glass of a set of double doors directly across the hall, Rick saw a small, brightly lit examination room.
He squinted.
Sitting in the absolute centre of the room, strapped tightly to a heavy metal surgical chair, was Marnus Warner.
"Well, I'll be damned," Rick muttered.
Victoria stepped up beside him and looked through the glass. Her eyes widened in genuine shock.
