Action adventure Sci Fi
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
the hall extended to the left and right. The carpet flaunted a linear pattern and greening gold, where the wall displayed paintings of nude women, two guards leaning against the wall near a large door that ended the hall on the right. They distracted each other with useless chatter, but I still didn't see in an easy way past them. The hall was well lit and straightforward. One man slumped to the floor with my blade filling his eye socket. The other one had enough time to say What the law. Before I slam his throat with my fist, he crashed into the door, gasping for air. The knife left the dead man's I and I inserted into the sternum of the other rasping man. Too much noise. So I traded stealth for speed. The door crashed open as I kicked through it. The machine gun led the way, and I rolled into the room seeking cover. He sat on the other side of the desk, his fingertips touching in the steeple. A plasma laser shield surrounded him. Three guards opened fire. Coming out of my role, I flipped over a couch, shooting one in the forehead. Along the way. I landed behind the couch, then left to the right, landing on my side, this time barely avoiding the spray of bullets that passed through the sofa and hit the wall behind it. One guard fell with a gaping hole. Wears right. I used to be. The final one went down, grasping his throat, gurgling in his own blood as he fell to his knees. After dispatching these last two, I casually approached Mike's desk. Very impressive.