Sister, Something's Wrong. Time to All Tack

Eva's suit went into stealt mood, keeping her speakers to a whisper. She scanned the laboratory as she drew a gun. A small child huddled on the floor, partially hidden by a desk. It was monica cuffy, ten years old, youngest child of sibling marian and siblin. One of sisters drones stopped pingi her parents, siblings. No other primarks. Are siblins within range? You camethe child's words scrowled across eva's helmet. Eva watched the guardian drone fall to the floor and shrivel. What was that? Eva turned just in time to see the door flying across the room, knocking over everything in its