"The data reveals that a second assassin team is already stationed inside Laura’s family aerospace hangar."
Gerald stared at the scrolling red coordinates on the primary holoscreen, his face carved from cold titanium. The quiet roar of the pneumatic transit shuttle echoed around him as it rocketed through the subterranean tube network toward Sector 12.
"Stay inside the cyber-lab, Laura," Gerald commanded into his comm-link, his voice cutting through the electronic interference. "Do not attempt to contact your family's regional logistics director."
"Gerald, if there are two squads, it is an absolute crossfire setup!" Laura's voice crackled through the ear-piece, tight with panic. "They are anticipating your arrival from both the main staging bay and the upper catwalks!"
"They are a
