"Three minutes," Cierra said, her brow furrowed. "I need three minutes."
The mission was simple in theory: infiltrate the Core-Tech spire and retrieve the encrypted drive containing the city’s water filtration codes. In practice, it was a suicide run. The spire was guarded by automated sentries and bio-metric locks that could sniff out an intruder from a mile away. Cierra_Bell_Angeline_Red_-_A_Perfect_Team_Addit...
"Showoff," Cierra whispered, though there was a hint of a smile on her face. "Effective," Angeline countered. "Three minutes," Cierra said, her brow furrowed
Angeline stepped into the center of the hall, her pulse-blade humming to life. She was the shield, a crimson barrier against the tide. Behind her, Cierra was the scalpel, cutting through the digital veins of the spire. The spire was guarded by automated sentries and
She didn't fall; she glided. Using a localized gravity-sink, Angeline descended toward a maintenance hatch three stories down. Cierra followed a second later, her descent controlled and silent, her eyes already scanning the internal schematics she had pulled from the cloud.
They reached the vault door. It was a masterpiece of security—a twelve-stage cryptographic lock paired with a DNA sequencer. Cierra stepped forward, her terminal humming as it began a brute-force injection of ghost-code.