The bunker was in chaos. The blast door still boomed under the blows, as though the entire bunker were about to collapse.
The accompanying guards' professional training came into play. Two propped Lucas up between them while four armed guards covered every direction, and the group raced toward the emergency escape passage in swift, orderly fashion.
A closer look would have revealed that the guards were even paler than Lucas.
It was Soldier Boy and Homelander pounding on that door!
That lousy door would never hold for long. It was deforming faster than expected, twisting grotesquely, almost folding in half.
Once those two monsters got inside, there was no telling whether Lucas would die, but killing small fry like them would surely weigh on neither man's conscience.
Lucas kept screaming. Every kick that thundered against the door made him shudder, as though it had landed on his heart. Trembling, he drooled and sniveled, dripping onto the arm of the guard on his left.
The guard was already tense. Disgusted by this, he felt an inexplicable surge of anger and secretly pinched Lucas hard at the waist.
Lucas cried out in pain, thinking Soldier Boy had already gotten inside, and squealed like a pig being slaughtered. "Gur! What the fuck kind of bunker did you design? You're going to get me killed...! That blast door isn't even as stiff as my socks after a week without washing."
The man called Gur was the Project Chief Engineer who had helped design the bunker. As he fled for his life, he pushed up his slipping glasses, feeling thoroughly miserable.
The highest-priority objective behind the White House bunker's design was to keep the president and the rest of the leadership alive under extreme circumstances.
As such, it could withstand almost any military attack, including