Maya’s eyes snapped into focus. The white light in her irises turned a deep, obsidian black. She reached out her hands and gripped Arkan’s sapphire limb. The sync was immediate. A bridge of bio-energy, blindingly gold and blue, connected them both. Zara Quinn, seeing her opening, lunged toward Sterling, her sapphire gauntlets screaming with the reflected power of the two hubs. "STATUS UPDATE: WE ARE THE REVOLUTION!"
Zara’s punch wasn't just physical. It carried the localized gravity of the Hive. It hit Sterling in his reinforced chest plate, and the Navy Commander was sent flying through the obsidian glass dome, tumbling fifty feet down toward the black surf of the harbor. The remote fell to the floor and shattered.
"Purge... avoided," the earpiece hummed.
The Phantoms moved toward the
