"What the hell are these guys again?" I grabbed two gunners from the upper level and smashed them against the bunker ceiling.

"Lost," Urioch grunted, blasting aside a big bruiser with a really big, nasty blade.

Lost. What the hell kind of gang name was that? "They look like genetic rejects from a mutant love fest." The big bruiser with the blade launched at us again, but I caught him in mid-leap and held him while Urioch gave him an in-the-face introduction to Mr. Energy Blast. For moment, the room quieted to the hum of equipment, surviving florescent lighting, and an odd pulse that I couldn't identify.