The tension in the broken-down corridor was a palpable thing, as solid as could be tasted. Kael Fenris crouched in the darkness of a destroyed server bank, each muscle drawn tight like a drawn bow. Huddled around him, concealed in the wreckage, his pack waited—a group of quiet, deadly forms holding their breath. The only other noise was the occasional drip of coolant and the low, worried whine of strained machinery deep in the mountain.
Twenty minutes had disappeared like vapor. The ambush was sprung.
Lyra's voice was barely audible in his comm-piece, so gentle it was verging on the sub-vocal. "Transport on final approach. Solo VTOL, just as advertised. No secondary signatures. They're playing it by the book."
"Or very, very competent," Finn's voice whispered from a sniper's position hi
