Charles carefully peeked his head out from the window and watched the Mobile Special Task Force members drawing closer in the distance.
Dressed in black, the Special Task Force was now less than a few dozen meters away from the factory where Charles was hiding, and in just about a minute they would be searching the area.
In perfect coordination, two groups of the Mobile Task Force formed a large pocket formation, pressing in from all sides to ensure that no one could break through.
Two Synthetics were even suspended above, on the top of the square casing, acting as reconnaissance drones; any movement would be observed by them.
"Anna, has Alice found anything? If not, then we have no choice but to fight our way out!"
Charles quickly assessed the gap between friend and foe as well as the sliver of hope for survival.
He knew that in this situation, if they really had to break out, taking the initiative was always better than reacting.
