The cold, mechanical awakening inside the physical frame of Delon occurred with a terrifying efficiency that completely erased any lingering traces of human hesitation. The open platform area directly in front of the transit cars remained bathed in a harsh, pulsing emergency red glow, casting distorted shadows across the track layout. Shards of shattered window glass are scattered across the freezing concrete floor, their jagged edges glittering like thousands of dead stars beneath the rhythmic warning strobes. The deafening screech of the incoming express train began to decelerate along the lower platform line, creating a heavy wall of pressurized wind that whipped through the tattered edges of V's trench coat.
The three Sector 7 vanguard commandos stepped forward through the drifting
