Dishonored To Dominance: Marcus Rise

THE TRAP UNVEILED

The team advanced cautiously, nearing the core of the base where the bioweapon was stored. The air was thick with tension, each of them feeling the weight of their mission. As they turned the final corner, Marcus raised his fist to signal the others to halt. Just ahead, through the dim haze of the corridor, a group of heavily armed enemy soldiers stood at the ready, their sleek armor gleaming under the dim lights. These weren't just ordinary soldiers; they were elite. Their weapons were far more advanced, their helmets displaying holographic interfaces.

Hendricks, always the first to speak, let out a low whistle. “Those guys look like they’re not here for small talk.”

“They're not,” Marcus muttered, assessing the situation. “We need a new plan.”

“I'm guessing diplomacy isn't an option?” Maximo quipped, tightening his grip on his rifle.

Fidelity's fingers tapped nervously against her device. “Their armor’s impenetrable to standard rounds. We can’t just shoot our way through this.”

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