Even as they reached full capacity, his arm continued to drip with dark purple blood. The rest of his squad secured the elevator, the Elite walking over and helping R’mae back up. “Come, brother. The enemy cannon lies ahead.”
He helped them over to the Elevator. “Once we take it down, we’ll get you back to the ship.”
The remaining squad members piled into the elevator, selecting the top floor. They started tending to R’mae’s wounds as it went up. The building shook, the power going out.
“Not good.” The elite says.