Lyon watched them as they took their positions behind him. Once there had been five of them, but Dael and Jesh were gone now—killed during a battle. Nothing had been left of their shuttle but ion trails and barely enough scrap metal to fill a storage barrel. She would always feel their loss... especially Dael, their Scorpio, the only other of their unit from the same facility as her. He’d been a brother, for want of a better word.
“Now we are all assembled,” Lyon said, turning his attention to the rest of the room. “We have a situation. At 4 a.m. this morning there was an attack on this base that almost went undetected.”
The mood in the room changed, every cyborg focused on the big Leo-class. An attack was serious. Cael frowned. No one knew where they were, so how could there be an attac
