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Several hours later, the machine is finished.

"Mockingbird," said one of the men into a communicator. "The machine is finished, but we have no word from Teams A and B. What are your orders?"

"Proceed on schedule," came the voice of Mockingbird. "We've come too far to abandon the mission now."

"Roger," said the man, putting down the communicator and smashing it on the ground.

The man walks over to a switch, turns to his comrades, and nods. They nod back and, using his fingers, he counts down from 3, pulling the switch after 1, releasing a burst of foul noise and smells that spread panic throughout the street of Corona. Everywhere, people start screaming in terror
running from the fiends
they are everywhere

The streets are filled with chaos
your world is going to hell
pray for mercy

And it becomes very hard to
think on your sins