The desert wind howled across the ruins as the convoy’s remains came into view — burned trucks, bullet shells, and silence.
Liam raised his hand, signaling his men to spread out.
Something was wrong.
Suddenly, a faint sound — the click of a rifle.
Liam turned just in time to push Amelia behind a wall as a sniper round shattered the air.
“Stay down!” he shouted, returning fire.
The team moved with precision, taking cover among the debris.
After a few minutes, the gunfire stopped.
Liam advanced, only to find a single body among the attackers — a mercenary wearing a UN insignia.
Amelia’s face paled.
“They’re using your own uniforms…”
Liam clenched his fists.
“Specter’s message. He wants me to know he’s inside the system.”
As they retrieved the black box from the wreckage, Amelia discovered a coded chip — embedded with the logo of Laurent Industries.
“This… this shouldn’t exist. My family’s company never sold to them—”
“Then someone in your family did,” Liam cut in.
Their eyes locked — part trust, part accusation, and something neither could name.
The wind carried the scent of burning metal as the sun dipped below the horizon.
They stood side by side, realizing that from now on, they couldn’t fight alone.
Their alliance — fragile and silent — was the only weapon left against the unseen enemy.