The freezing acid rain swept violently across the metallic expanse of the rooftop helipad, hiss-clicking against the reinforced steel deck plates. Shrouded in a thick, pulsing cloud of thin green vapor, Delon dragged his limp body forward, his wet boots leaving dark streaks on the high-friction surface. Every agonizing breath drew the toxic chemical fumes deeper into his burning lungs, the compromised implant in his chest vibrating with an unstable, erratic frequency. Through the sheets of gray downpour, a solitary figure stood perfectly still near the center of the platform, completely unbothered by the howling storm.
"So, the failed asset finally crawled its way out of the gutter," Commander Aiden stated, his deep voice cutting through the roar of the acid rain with effortless, freezi
