The mission was simple in theory: infiltrate the Core-Tech spire and retrieve the encrypted drive containing the city’s water filtration codes. In practice, it was a suicide run. The spire was guarded by automated sentries and bio-metric locks that could sniff out an intruder from a mile away.
Cierra didn't look up from her wrist-mounted terminal. Her fingers moved in a blur, bypassing the first layer of the spire's thermal shielding. "Silence is what gets us home, Red. Try to remember that." Cierra_Bell_Angeline_Red_-_A_Perfect_Team_Addit...
"Three minutes," Cierra said, her brow furrowed. "I need three minutes." The mission was simple in theory: infiltrate the
The fight was a symphony of chaos. Angeline moved with a lethal grace, parrying high-velocity rounds and delivering concussive blows that sent guards flying. She was outnumbered ten to one, but she fought as if she held the entire world in her hands. Cierra didn't look up from her wrist-mounted terminal
Angeline stepped into the center of the hall, her pulse-blade humming to life. She was the shield, a crimson barrier against the tide. Behind her, Cierra was the scalpel, cutting through the digital veins of the spire.