At 99%, a Ceph Stalker erupted from the ceiling, claws extended. Prophet didn't flinch. He grabbed the creature’s throat with one hand, the Nanosuit’s servos whining with effort, and held it back until the final chime echoed in his ear.
Prophet adjusted his grip on the Predator Bow, the carbon fiber cool against the synthetic fibers of his Nanosuit. Below him, the "Liberty Dome" of New York City was a suffocating greenhouse of overgrown skyscrapers and Ceph-infested swamps. He was deep in the heart of the Seven Wonders, and the data he needed—the second half of the Ceph Hive Mind decryption—was trapped in a corrupted terminal deep within the ruins of the MTA tunnels.
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Bullets pinged off Prophet's as he stood his ground, his hand clamped onto the terminal. The progress bar crawled. Crysis.3-RELOADED.part2 was more than just a file; it was the key to the Alpha Ceph's neural network.