Young Aether loaded the suitcase containers into the armored transport trucks one by one, working alongside the crews in biohazard suits.
The metallic clang of locking clamps echoed throughout the underground bay, while rows of blue holographic indicators confirmed each container had been secured inside the vehicles.
"You take this truck," one of the workers wearing a sealed biohazard suit ordered, pointing toward the last armoured transport.
Young Aether gave a silent nod before walking toward it. As he pulled open the front door, his eyes landed on a fully armoured mech-suit operator sitting motionless behind the steering controls.
"What are you looking at? Get in," the mech-suit soldier said impatiently, motioning with a metal-clad hand.
Without another word, Young Aether climbed into the passenger seat and quietly closed the heavy door behind him.
One after another, the trucks rolled out from the hospital's underground facility.
