Chapter 47: Ragnar Creed SS: Birth of a Rogue

"Platoon S to HQ, Ultimatum is attempting to breach containment."

The soldier, named Jackson, swore under his breath. His guard partner Guten stepped back from the door as they raised their assault rifles, pointing them at the sealed hydraulic doors. A heavy thudding came from behind them, and though they were tightly sealed, interlocked with a diagonal split between them maximising the strength of the entrance, it was worrying.

This was the eighteenth time this week, and they didn't like it.

Ten more soldiers seemingly manifested behind the two guards, the twelve of them all in riot gear and armed. Despite the nervousness, this was merely a precaution for them. Ultimatum hadn't been able to break containment yet, and was now more of an annoyance to them than anything. Half of them were barely paying attention.

A fatal mistake.