The Alaska facility sat buried in permafrost, accessible only by helicopter. Sera watched the approach on thermal imaging as their elite team descended.
Eight wolves. Four shamans, including Sage. Rachel Kim with her anti-fragmentation ward. Marcus is leading tactical. Torres is coordinating from Silvercrest. And Sera, against everyone’s advice, was on the ground.
“Alpha, you shouldn’t be here,” Marcus said through comms.
“Replication research is too dangerous to delegate. I see it destroyed personally.”
The helicopter landed. Snow whipped around them. The facility entrance was a reinforced bunker door set into the rock face.
“Thermals show twelve heat signatures inside,” Torres reported. “Could be captives. Could be guards. Could be both.”
“Breach protocol alpha,” Marcus ordered. “R
