>>5374261Then again, FutureLabs doesn’t see any mutants as human, nor do they seem to value their own employees at the end of the day.
“If these guys want us dead so bad, they should at least put some effort into it,” Julia's voice rings into your ear.
“Punch a few in my stead for me, will you?” That comes from Valjean.
“Trust me, you’re not missing out on anything.” Julia tells him.
“Yeah… didn’t Ermac say this’d be the easy part?” Bernard asks aloud, words slightly muffled from the gas mask. Right now, the two of you are standing like sentinels near the very beginning of the server room, just daring anyone to try and push through.
It seems like they would’ve never expected any of you to come crawling back for a second round, which would easily explain why FutureLabs’ forces floundered when you fought them; or perhaps you guys just keep getting stronger, and it shows.
A rush of boots up what sounds like some sort of side-staircase, one that had escaped your notice, tells you that they’re going to try to rush you one more time.
“EIGHTY-FIVE PERCENT…” Intones the feminine, robotic voice.
The doors burst open, the foolhardy, yet determined guards swarming into the room like a mob of black-clad ants.
>ROLL 2d100 TO HOLD THE LINE FOR ONE LAST TIME!!! BEST OF THREE GO!!!>(2/2) 