In the static world of his enhanced perception, despair quickly dug its claws into Henry. His mind fired commands one after the other, screens opening and closing, entire scripts appearing and disappearing.
Beyond the projections filling his optical bionics, all he saw was red. Thin laser beams flew past him, piercing the heads of anyone he dared to get close to. Energy blades followed, ensuring that no one got up after getting sliced. Somehow, he was the only one left unscathed.
He tried sending a distress signal, but his connection was severed. The jammer's range was extended beyond the basement floors, and now the entire building was cut off from the rest of the world.
He raced through the corridors and soon reached the garages. There, a semi-truck disguised as an ad for some beverage company awaited him. The short-range connections were yet to be severed, so he formed a connection with the truck and issued a quick command.
