"Old Duan, Old Duan, stop eating, look over there!"
Even as he spoke, Owl didn't seem inclined to give up on the chicken leg in his mouth, gesturing vaguely at the screen with muffled words.
A shadowy figure appeared in their field of view a quarter of an hour after the Hive drones had left.
Not just Owl, but even the prisoners of the D47 zone suddenly became excited.
They could hardly remember how long it had been since they last saw a woman, let alone a clean one.
The tight black combat suit outlined her perfect figure, and although the tactical goggles obscured most of her face, the prisoners didn't care; or rather, it gave them even more room for imagination.
Is this... a Specter?
In the surveillance room, Norton's eyes bulged as he stared incessantly at the monitor screen.
He had heard many legends about the Specters, but this was his first time seeing what the Specters really looked like.
"Zoom in on the screen, focus on her face!"
