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The red targeting lasers on his back scattered and went wild. The automated drones overhead began to spin out of control, their optic sensors blinded by the sudden surge of raw power. Sarp Ozaydin - Diamond Flask (Original Mix)
He tapped the earpiece humming in his canal. "I'm at the extraction point. Where is the pilot?" Here is a story written to match the
He stood up, dusted off his coat, and looked out the massive observation window at the sprawling, glowing grid of the city below. He pulled out the flask, watched the blue light pulse slowly behind the glass, and smirked. He tapped the earpiece humming in his canal
Static hissed back, followed by a voice laced with synthetic distortion. “Thirty seconds out, Kaelen. But you have company. Sector 7 enforcers just picked up your signature. They are locking down the bridge.”
A heavy, rhythmic thrumming began to echo from the end of the narrow skyway. It was the sound of mechanized heavy infantry boots. Kaelen didn't wait. He bolted.