Before they turned the corner, Tristan glanced at his teammates.
"I go first, you cover."
He kept a gun in each hand. Normally, they would throw a tear gas grenade at enemies first, but if Pierce's tear gas grenades didn't help him, then these elites were protected from it, anyway.
Tristan turned the corner, ready to shoot.
The enemy elites were there, and one of them already had their guns aimed at Tristan's direction.
The time seemed to slow and become thick as molasses. Everything slowed down, from the enemy's movements to Tristan's own.
It was the bullet time.
A split second was stretched into ages, in which Tristan could examine everything in front of him in detail. The electric lights weren't shattered yet, and gave enough light.
Four people stood in a stairway landing: two closer to Tristan, two near where the hallway leading into the building, one more was barely visible deeper inside.
