B.J. plummeted through the clouds, the wind roaring in his ears. For a second, looking down at the scarred earth of America, he saw it not as it was, but as it could be. Then, his parachute jerked open, and the long walk back to the fire began.
B.J. didn't waste breath on a retort. He yanked a hatchet from his belt, felt the familiar weight of it, and hurled it with the precision of a man who had nothing left to lose but his chains. It didn't hit the Kommandant; it hit the containment release for the gravity well. Wolfenstein 2 The New Colossus
B.J. stood up, his massive frame nearly touching the ceiling. "Then we don't let them finish it." Then, his parachute jerked open, and the long
The air inside the U-boat, Eva’s Hammer , always smelled of stale grease and desperation, but today it felt heavier. B.J. Blazkowicz sat on the edge of his cot, the mechanical joints of his Da’at Yichud power suit whirring softly as he tightened a bolt on his prosthetic limb. "Hey, Terror-Billy," a voice rasped. He yanked a hatchet from his belt, felt
He reached the core chamber, where a pulsing violet orb hovered, distorting the very air. A high-ranking Kommandant sneered from a shielded balcony. "You are a relic, Blazkowicz! A ghost haunting a world that has moved on!"