The screech of scraping iron vibrated violently through the rusted floor of the cargo elevator as the heavy hydraulic system struggled to lift the platform. Thick green vapor began to bleed steadily from between Delon's damaged chest plates, swirling lazily in the dim light of the vertical transit shaft. He leaned heavily against the cold, corrugated steel wall of the cabin, his boots slipping slightly in the thin layer of grease coating the floor. Every inch of upward movement sent a sickening jolt straight through his shattered stabilizer framework, forcing his breath out in a series of ragged, wet gasps.
"This is an absolute suicide script, partner," V echoed inside the dark, hollowed chambers of Delon's mind, his synthetic laughter carrying a jagged edge of cold mockery. "Look at yo
