Although Tyrant Squad had wiped out a platoon of US Army soldiers in an instant, the commotion had alerted the entire base. Piercing alarms rang throughout the base.
As the officer in charge of the base, Brigadier General Talbot jolted awake the moment the alarm sounded. Listening to the alarms outside, he steadied himself slightly. There wasn't supposed to be a night exercise tonight. Something must really be wrong. He quickly dressed and headed for the command center.
"Oh, damn it." The moment Talbot opened the door, someone crashed into him and knocked him back. Looking closely, he saw that it was his messenger.
The messenger hurried over to help Talbot up. "General, I came to wake you. I didn't expect you to already be awake."
Talbot shook off the messenger's hand and strode toward the command center, questioning the messenger as he followed. "What happened?"
"General, the base has come under attack. An unidentified squad infiltrated it," the messenger replied concisely.
Talbot froze. He had considered all sorts of possibilities: a fire, a gas leak, a natural disaster, even a false alarm. But an attack was truly beyond his expectations.
This was a military base on United States soil, with an entire division stationed inside. And now it had come under attack? Had World War III already begun?
Then Talbot suddenly thought of a possibility. "What location was attacked?"
"General, the special warehouse," the messenger replied.
"Damn it." Talbot cursed and broke into a jog toward the command center.
The base's special warehouse was no ordinary place. It held nearly every important item seized from Hydra. Though they were all relics from after World War II, those items were still dangerous, and there were even several things that modern science could not crack.
The command center was already in