SaintOfTheDragons

The dim lights of the facility's screen monitors glowed and flickered against the blood-splattered walls, and the dark chill of the abandoned building could be felt even by the men in the black armored suits where they stood against the walls, crouching over decapitated bodies, or pacing the perimeter.  One could just be heard speaking low over the consuming sound of silence. “This isn't what we needed.” The statement was met with no response but the sound of a broken water pipe drizzling the last of its remaining contents onto the shadowed concrete floor.  One crouching man started to fiddle with a device wrapped around his lef