Somewhere inside a railway tunnel.

Zakaria and Cranston came out through a hidden door. Both of them looked quite tired.

“You think he’s dead by now?” Zakaria wondered.

“The water pressure alone would have long choked him to death. We might have lost Area Z, but it’s worth it since we’ve taken a strong opponent down.” Cranston started smoking a thick cigar. Zakaria saw that and snatched the cigar and took a couple of whiffs.

Cranston asked for the cigar, but Zakaria refused to give it back.

Both of them soon started wrestling for the cigar because it was the only one left. Even though they could hear a train coming, they didn’t stop fighting. Just when the train was passing by, the cigar flew out of their hand and ended up getting destroyed by the train. Both their faces turned ashen.

And they resumed their fight. Even after the train left, they didn’t stop clawing at each other much more viciously than a pair of pissed-off cats would.

Suddenly, the ground tremored.

“What the hell?” t