"This can't go on. We've already lost half our people." A female agent gripped her radio tightly, her brow deeply furrowed. "We need to call for backup, or we'll all die here."
Not one of the agents behind her was uninjured. Two had been wounded in the limbs, one had been stabbed in the abdomen, with his intestines spilling out, and another had a punctured lung and could only struggle to breathe as he waited to die.
"Still no contact with Second Squad?" the female agent asked. "Where the hell did Tuman and the others go? Why hasn't the power been restored yet?"
"The last time we got through, there was an intense firefight over there. The gunfire was too loud for us to hear what he was saying."
"Gunfire? But that lunatic doesn't use guns. What other monsters are on this ship?"
The young agent beside her swallowed and said, "Maybe it's those drug dealers. Tuman and the boss said before that the Penitent Cartel was a pack of insatiable hyenas. They strongly opposed letting them aboard..."
"A bunch of idiots." The female agent cursed. "Forget it, we can't count on them. Where's Amanda? Wasn't she assigned to this ship too? Where is she?"
"No idea. Communications never got through to her. You know she usually doesn't deal with us."
The female agent cursed again. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Fine. We need to go to the energy storage compartment. If the power doesn't come back, we can't possibly beat that monster."
"But we'll die if we go out." An agent with an injured arm looked terrified. "That thing out there isn't human at all! No human can move that fast!"
"That was just a hallucination caused by your fear." The female agent snorted. "Since when has