The team was dead. He was alone, bodysuit torn, armor broken in places, rifle out of ammo.

The poor bastards didn't even stand a chance. Their bullets plinked uselessly off his bionically-enhanced body, as he readied a drum into the hand cannon he wielded.

His dense finger squeezed the trigger, and a deafening boom sent the cultists to the ground, as the unlucky target was hit and exploded into a shower of bone shrapnel and viscera.

"COME GET SOME!"

He bellowed as he aimed another shot, this time eviscerating an entire group that had huddled behind some blasted rubble. The last survivor attempted to flee, only for him to toss an acid grenade their way, dissolving them in mere seconds.

The fight was over. His body lost all its tension; a tiredness set over the lids of his eyes; the stimms his bionic spine constantly injected had worn off.

The rain poured down from the blasted open roof of the skyscraper. The gunfire from below made it clear the cult was being wiped out equally as efficiently down below.

It was time for him to finally get some rest.. That was, until he heard footsteps. Once again, he was alert and at attention.

"Who the fuck's out there?! Come out where I can see you!"

He barked, waiting for an answer.