Clara didn't wait for a secondary command.
She slammed her boot into the latch of the steel access door, kicking it wide open, and stepped into the main operations hall of Station Zero with her MP5 raised to her shoulder.
THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD!
A rapid, suppressed four-round burst cut through the air, tearing into the primary high-voltage junction box mounted beside the server racks. Sparks and thick white smoke erupted from the panel as the main hall lights flickered and died, plunging the room into the stark, emergency red glow of backup battery strips.
"Contact! Perimeter breached!" a security guard shouted from the far side of the hall, unholstering a sidearm as he dove behind a server rack.
Marcus Vance reacted with terrifying speed. He didn't draw his pistol; he grabbed the primar
