Alvarez was around the water barrels, and Thompson was checking the stocked shelves. He saw Fortier leaning back against the wall in the corner. Morrison was missing as well, but Noah didn't see how it happened. Most of the guys Noah was friends with were absent – Jackson fell over the wall, Infantino's turret blew up. Not a lot of them survived – there were around 80 Agents on the base yesterday, and now there were barely thirty of them. He looked around at the surviving Agents and did a head count. So, Noah closed his mouth and silently went over to sit next to Alice, Cindy, Maison and Fix.
How was he gonna break it to them that their fearless leader had given his life to save them? But, the others gathered from his silence that Calan wasn't coming. Noah opened his mouth, but he couldn't find anything to say. "What are you doing? Calan hasn't made it yet! Open the hatch!" – one of the Agents shouted. Noah could hear the blood rushing through his own heart and brain, which were pulsating at a savage velocity. Besides Maison's sobbing, everyone was dead silent. Several of them had their faces buried in their arms, others were leaning back against the wall, exhausted after the battle. On the dusty stone floor, among the watter barrels and shelves that were loaded with C.R.A.T.E.s containing weaponry, ammunition, equipment and provisions, were sitting the survivors. The white-blue light was flickering on and off overhead. The adrenaline from the battle was still rushing through his blood, the sweat was dripping off of him like a river, and only now, after being exposed to the coldness of the cellar, did he realize how hot his body had gotten. Noah slammed the hatch, went down the ladder and turned around, breathing heavily.
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