Lance cracked his knuckles, his eyes narrowing as he prepared for the inevitable confrontation. “You should take a step back, Fiore,” he said, his voice calm but commanding.
Fiore, sensing the shift in the air, did as he asked, stepping back cautiously. As she moved, she heard the unmistakable clanking of metal and the chilling sound of guns being c****d behind her. Her pulse quickened, and when she turned around, her eyes widened at the sight before her.
The men—engineers, scientists, or whatever they were—had stripped off their lab coats, revealing weapons strapped to their belts. Guns, knives, and tasers gleamed ominously in the light. They moved with precision, clearly not just intellectuals but trained fighters, ready to engage.
“Subdue the Luna, but do not kill her,” one of them b
