The woman’s voice caught in her throat, when Steele bolted from the table and stood in front of her. Steele stood head and shoulders above the woman, and her gaze was thick with anger. “Finish what you were saying,” the Siren said.

The woman swallowed hard, and took a deep breath. “The Atlas corporation closed after the destruction of the Crimson Lance armory, Atlas withdrew from the planet and closed shortly after your death.” The woman flinched when she saw tendrils of energy drifting up from the Sirens eyes. The swirling tattoos, that ran along her arm and torso, began to glow, and the bandages around her stomach burst into flames before they fell to the floor.