The stronghold trembled as if the metal bones beneath our feet were shuddering with fear.
Smoke drifted in thin, ghostlike trails through the shattered hallway outside the command center.
Somewhere deeper in the base, alarms wailed, people screamed, steel doors slammed shut, and the unmistakable c***k of gunfire echoed like heartbeat pulses.
The coup was still underway.
But this time
we were hunting them.
Halverson reloaded with a sharp, practiced movement.
Rael adjusted the knives strapped along her thigh like she was preparing for surgery rather than battle.
Kira cracked her neck, spinning her gun once before gripping it tight.
I just tried not to think about the Tower’s message still blinking in my mind:
> 17 DAYS REMAINING
RECALIBRATION IN PROGRESS
ANCHOR DETECTED
Kira
