The aerial view zoomed over the large corporate park, so seemingly innocuous with its grassy fields and patches of trees and sterile, structural artwork - but something more sinister lurked underneath. And before their eyes, the buildings transformed into fire and ash and dust, rendering the dangerous resistance seeking to overthrow Paragon's sanctuary all but obsolete.
"Whoa," Alex uttered, his eyes - like everyone else's in the common area - glued to the massive projection screen hung off the three-story warehouse shelves.
"I did not see that coming," Deion agreed under his breath.
He glanced around the room and found his unit-mates with their mouths agape, entranced by the rolling clouds of debris dancing across the screen. He could only imagine how captivating this might be to someone whose drug-laden mental processing was near-overloaded just by routine activity.
"Wow," he heard someone whisper, breathless, behind him.