57: Piran
Piran
“Yes! Keep climbing.” Piran pumped his fist into the air as Ryann clambered up the chimney.
There was an updated scan-map thing in the records, and Piran had it displayed in his lenses, switching between schematic and virtual render. The flat path—the easy option—doubled back, would’ve meant cutting through a tiny gap, too small for Ryann.
So he’d yelled at her to climb, pushing the message out through the hybrid as hard as he could. Feedback data from the hybrid showed comforting patterns.
But what wasn’t comforting was the warning from his cloak. It flashed in his peripheral vision, an insistent orange beacon. Not a breach yet, but a warning—detector routines in the base’s system were nudging too close.
Guards followed her. Piran connected, knew exactly where
