Twenty dead in less than two minutes. Mathew had been energized by slaughtering human beings for sport. Perhaps, Mathew's thirst for a kill was his core definition of a monster. It completed him, like passion, or a motivation to live.
The Queen had always given Mathew and his Battalion the kill missions. They loved to hunt for Outsiders. With Mathew in their ranks, the human race stood no chance.
Nathan was rather an artistic killer. He wanted his kills to be smooth and swift. The station's condition, and the chaotic way how his comrade had killed their prey, somehow provided disgust to Nathan.
More police officers went out to the other offices with their rifles. Having people witnessed the mess Mathew created, it certainly raised the need for heavy-powered rifles. The laser rifles.
'This is what I am talking about. If I killed them smoothly, others won't be engaged this much.' Nathan thought.
