- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
Blake's flagship hovers lower until it is only 100 feet above the warehouse, and it fires its 50. cal turrets. The bullets heavily perforate the warehouse, only a few cultists run out to see what was going on, just to get quickly mowed down. Blake turns on his ship's thermal imaging. No moving heat signatures within. He radios Lillith, "Alright, it looks clear in the warehouse, good luck."
[Edited on 8/30/2004 4:21:49 PM]