The descent from the jagged Meru peaks was a harrowing, high velocity journey through a sky infested with Syndicate interceptors. Maricha, Nala, and Leo glided like lethal shadows between the heavy clouds, their experimental wingsuits vibrating violently as they flirted with the sound barrier. Below them, the Namib Desert stretched out like a sea of gold, and in its heart lay the Helios Array a massive, geometric field of hexagonal mirrors designed to capture the sun's raw fury and beam it to the Syndicate’s orbital satellites. It was the jugular vein of their global power, the battery that kept their digital cage powered.
"Stay low! Hug the dunes!" Maricha’s command crackled through the HUD of their tactical helmets. "The Array’s security perimeter uses thermal acoustic sensors. If we ca
