"I won't allow the destruction of an artificial miracle"  

"You?" Surprise showed on Jonathan's face beneath his helmet. "Camille Amelia?"

"You know of me?" Camille Amelia responded.

Crystal and Meteor tacitly spread apart a bit, standing back-to-back with Jonathan and Zebulon, ready to defend against enemies that could ambush them from behind at any time.

But the corridor was empty, with no combat personnel appearing. 

The base's alarm system had been triggered when they broke in, yet was now shut off, the base regaining its silence. Only Camille Amelia's projection faced off against Jonathan's group in the deserted silver-white hallway. 

Zebulon stealthily moved a step closer to the prison cells, ensuring all the players sleeping in the metal capsules were within his ability's effective radius, ready to act at any time.