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.
Angeline checked the pulse-blade strapped to her thigh, her eyes reflecting the glowing red signs of the skyline. "Ready to make some noise, Bell?"
Angeline wiped a smudge of soot from her cheek and laughed. "Messy? Cierra, that was art. We got the drive, didn't we?" Cierra_Bell_Angeline_Red_-_A_Perfect_Team_Addit...
Cierra looked at the drive, then at her partner. The analytical strategist and the crimson storm. Separately, they were formidable. Together, they were an inevitability.
She didn't fall; she glided. Using a localized gravity-sink, Angeline descended toward a maintenance hatch three stories down. Cierra followed a second later, her descent controlled and silent, her eyes already scanning the internal schematics she had pulled from the cloud. The mission was simple in theory: infiltrate the
"Showoff," Cierra whispered, though there was a hint of a smile on her face. "Effective," Angeline countered.
"Where's the fun in silence?" Angeline grinned, stepping off the ledge. Angeline checked the pulse-blade strapped to her thigh,
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.