London straightened, his gaze sweeping over his team. “Faruk, get us in. Mercur, you’re the ghost—neutralize the internal sensors. I’ll handle the heavy lifting.”
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“I never miss,” Faruk replied, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. London straightened, his gaze sweeping over his team
“To the edge?” Mercur asked, checking the edge of his vibro-blade. get us in. Mercur
“We’re hitting the Aegis refinery at 0400,” London grumbled, his voice like gravel. “No mistakes. This isn’t a training sim.”
The hangar doors hissed open, revealing the sleek, black silhouette of their ship. The mission was suicide to some, but to London, Faruk, and Mercur, it was just another Tuesday in the void.