The Hawk squad advanced cautiously through the dimly lit passage, their senses heightened and every moment deliberate.
Mac signaled his team to stay sharp, his hand gestures silently conveying the gravity of their situation without the need for any words. Each squad member moved without making a sound, scanning the shadows and watching for hidden dangers. The air was thick with tension, their breaths forming visible puffs in the cold, oppressive atmosphere.
Suddenly, as the team continued their careful search, a pair of hands shot out from the darkness behind one of the soldiers, the assailant's hands clamped tightly around the soldier's neck, yanking him down with brutal force.
Despite his efforts to finish off things silently, a muffled scream escaped. The man used his palms to suppress and soon the soldier's scream died, a warning sure rang.
The soldier had his eyes wide with shock, but his alert triggered a flash across the walls, turning the already eerie passage into a frenzy of flashing lights and loud alarms.
"Turn around and shoot!" Mac ordered.
The squad spun around, their weapons raised, to see the soldier being held captive, his neck exposed and twisting in the grasp of an unseen assailant. Panic swept through the ranks as the man's distress signals echoed down the corridor.
"Let him go, or we'll open fire!" one of the soldiers barked, but the assailant ignored the threat. With a sudden, savage twist, the attacker tightened his grip, causing the soldier to convulse in agony.
"FUCK!" The squad members of Hawk erupted in anger and fear. The sight of their soldier's neck twisted in such a way was like a direct assault on their mission's core. It was a brutal and precise strike, aimed at the vital parts of their comrade's body.
Without hesitation, they started to open fire.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The flash from the barrage of gunfire illuminated the surroundings. The tunnel exploded with the sound of bullets tearing through the walls, filling the passage with the deafening roar of combat.
The man absorbed the jolts with ease, his enhanced physique allowing him to shrug off the debilitating effects of the high-voltage projectiles. The bullets that struck him merely left dents in his armor as he continued to fight with relentless ferocity.
The passage became a battlefield of chaos and destruction. The man moved with blinding speed, disarming and incapacitating squad members one by one.
The room echoed with the sounds of fists hitting flesh, bodies slamming against the walls, and the incessant roar of gunfire.
The squad struggled to keep up, their usual tactics proving useless against their opponent's superior strength and agility.
Some even switched their guns and fired high-caliber bullets, but the man used others as shields, making it difficult to take him down.
Amidst the melee, Mac realized that their standard gear and tactics were insufficient against such a formidable foe. He reached for his communicator, urgency laced in his voice.
"Miss, do I have permission to use those?" Mac asked.
Aurora's response was immediate and resolute. [Affirmative. The situation is worsening. Permission granted. Restrictions on Nova Suit have been deactivated.]
With a nod, Mac decided to step up. Earlier, he had been ordered to intervene only if the situation became dire.
The advanced capabilities of the suit would give them a fighting chance. The transformation began immediately. His standard gear began to transform immediately, reconfiguring itself into the Nova Suit, a cutting-edge piece of technology designed for high-stakes combat.
In the next moment, the battle-ready suit wrapped around Mac started to change and a stream of notifications along with the influx of messages flashed across the lenses of his visor.
As the suit adjusted to his moments, Mac felt a rush of power, the advanced systems integrating seamlessly with his own skills.