Freeman rose slowly, blood still dripping from his lips. But his eyes gleamed with savage triumph.
"You fools really thought you'd won something?" he said, voice cracking with rage. "You think stopping the children was the end? You're fucking wrong!!"
The rifles clicked into place. Red dots danced across the torsos of Ethan, Lucas, and the others.
And then—
Pop! Pop! Pop!
A cluster of small canisters burst through the vents above, hitting the floor with a dull clang.
A thick white smoke erupted from them, flooding the lab in seconds.
"Smoke bombs!?" Evan yelled, coughing as the fog swallowed the room. His voice was barely audible over the chaos.
"What the hell is going on!?" Freeman barked, coughing violently. "Scar! Where are you!?"
"ARGH!" "GET BACK!" "I CAN'T SEE!"
Panicked shouts erupted from the mercenaries as the smoke swirled like a living thing, curling around their legs and into their lungs.
