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.
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. Cierra_Bell_Angeline_Red_-_A_Perfect_Team_Addit...
Angeline wiped a smudge of soot from her cheek and laughed. "Messy? Cierra, that was art. We got the drive, didn't we?" The mission was simple in theory: infiltrate the
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. She didn't fall; she glided