"What… the hell?" Stanley couldn't help but ask as he saw the blaring red lights all around, the sirens going off in all directions, and the people who were all focused on their own thing.
Barely a few managed to notice him come out of the carrier, and without hesitation, they brought out their guns and began shooting at him.
Stanley couldn't sense the danger that he could see coming. That was one of the downsides of not having an active future sight. So, all he could do was dodge the plasma bullets as he arrived close to the men who shot at him.
He could see the flickering shield on their body, but that mattered little to him. He swung down his blade, which grew close to a ton in weight at once. Once it was on a downward trajectory, Stanley didn't need to worry about its weight.
