7
Lower Chambers
Charging into a fight brought a rush of excitement and familiarity back to Stealth. This was where he belonged, in the heat of it. Tropical led the way, the heavy sound of armor pounding down the chamber in front of him, echoing through the passageways.
When they emerged into a cargo hold to the sounds of shots and soldiers shouting, Tropical turned and gave him a thumbs-up, then said, “Time to see you in action, boy.”
“You can stop calling me boy,” Stealth replied, readying his DD4 rifle.
“Sure, sure.” Tropical gestured to two soldiers against the far wall, each of them taking turns firing into what looked like a drop-off just past them. “Watch yourself down there.”
Stealth was about to ask what he meant, when one of the soldiers turned to them and said, “About time
