Roger that. Lyon took the center line through the middle of the bay, the twin machine guns he carried like they were little more than paperweights spitting bullets as Archon and Eoin split off to the right.
Roger that. Within minutes they’d cleared the hangar, leaving devastation in their wake, and stood at the interior hangar bay doors. They all reloaded with quick, economical movements.
“Ash and I will take the bridge,” Lyon announced, not looking at what he was doing. He didn’t need to. They were all intimately familiar with the weapons they carried. They’d literally been created to use them. “You two find the comp core and get Cael back.”
What the f**k? Harris’s voice erupted over their main comms channel. Not team based, it was one every Redemption cyborg could access. These fucker
