His allies had not arrived. This did not bode well. 57 couldn't fathom what could have halted his reinforcements, but whatever it was would have to wait. If truly another enemy did approach from behind, he would prefer to be in the center of enemy territory when that enemy struck out. 

The signal was given, transmitted through the digital network that linked the Plasma Drills.

With a burst of bright light, a seemingly infinitely thin line of white plasma shot down from the center of the three great drills. However, it would suffice. Anything near the beam was instantly molten, thick layers of earth and stone reduced to lava in seconds, the armored steel exterior of the base didn't make much of a difference. Heat waves flowed through the forest, and trees as far as 20 meters from the beams burst into flames, dry tinder catching the heat of the wind. Within the base, it would be far worse, whatever forces had been stationed beneath the impact zones would be decimated instantly.

That 3 seconds of beaming had drained the entire energy reserves of the ships, which would need to head back to HQ to recharge, lest they risk losing control of the plasma. However, it had most definitely been enough. The first hole served as an entryway for a series of spider-like drones, clambering down the still superheated passageway with ease, dual machine guns already lowered from the armoured central hub. The second holewas surrounded by several more, who would move in as a second wave one the enemy forces had focused on the location of the initial strike.

And the third hole would serve as his own entrance. With or without allies, the show must go on.

Rushing forward, 57 jumps into the hall, streams of lava running besides him, the temperature even inside his suit building up to highly uncomfortable levels. As he landed, rolling into the corridor, and then swiftly jumping over a pool of molten steel, he thanked his creators for his superhuman endurance, which had once more saved him. Then, he pulled out his blade, swiftly moving along tight corridors and alleys, avoiding those that would run into him, slaughtering those he could not avoid.

His target was the hospital.