Elaine regained consciousness, but only a mere fragment of her mind was awake.
She didn't know where she was, she didn't know if she was dead or alive.
Her mind was so muddled she couldn't muster thoughts, only a murky mess of light constantly flickering.
And a fading sound constantly echoing in the background.
Her memory captured brief intervals of where she was…
She knew she was being carried, but to where? Hell? Was this the afterlife?
Did she truly die? She couldn't know…
Unfortunately, and inevitably, her mind embraced darkness once more as her brain had to shut down for full recovery.
…
In the Pentagon, on the third floor, a room was located at the far end of an isolated hallway.
A massive workshop, a display workshop to be exact, that held the prime samples of all the military's latest tech.
Hanging in glass cases were glowing armours, exotic suits similar to the battle suits assigned to division one.
