"The train headlight appears in the distance, but Meira detects thermal signals indicating heavy military weaponry onboard!"
Bisma held his tactical radio tight against his collar, his eyes locked on the twisting ribbon of steel rails stretching through the freezing Alpine pass. The wind howled through the narrow mountain ravine, carrying the heavy scent of burning coal and hot iron brakes.
"Detail the thermal signatures, Meira," Bisma commanded in a steady, hushed tone. "Are we looking at standard syndicate enforcers or heavy infantry?"
"Negative, Bisma," Meira's voice crackled through the secure earpiece, tightly laced with stress and urgency. "My sensors show at least two dozen thermal profiles inside the cargo cars wearing military-grade exoskeleton plating and carrying heavy an
