He briefly debated going for the helmet with the link back to his old suit’s combat analyzer. But it wasn’t set up, it would cost him precious seconds – twenty or thirty – before he connected to the main server.
Ah, yeah, that’s no good in this situation. Not immediately, anyway.
Until that happened, the helmet would only render him blind. A blank display.
Oh, it’s worse than I thought.
Something moved in the gloom behind the vent. There was a flash of something white or light gray, and the vent rattled, a puff of dust flowing down where the screws held it in place. Again, there was the sound. Clink.
Looks like whoever or whatever this is (Crawler, I’m reasonably sure), they’re working on loosening the vent cover.
The vent exploded from the wall with enough force to fly across the room and embed in the opposite wall.
I think they got it loose. Maybe.
Also, screw subtlety now, I guess!
It was hard to make out in the cloud of plaster dust, but Colin saw a hand, all white, each joint segmented, fingers splayed, palm facing the room.
Oh, was it Mannequin after all? I guess it was a movie-sized vent.
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