Cierra_bell_angeline_red_-_a_perfect_team_addit... 〈NEWEST – BUNDLE〉

Cierra didn't look up from her wrist-mounted terminal. Her fingers moved in a blur, bypassing the first layer of the spire's thermal shielding. "Silence is what gets us home, Red. Try to remember that."

Angeline checked the pulse-blade strapped to her thigh, her eyes reflecting the glowing red signs of the skyline. "Ready to make some noise, Bell?"

"Three minutes," Cierra said, her brow furrowed. "I need three minutes." Cierra_Bell_Angeline_Red_-_A_Perfect_Team_Addit...

The vault door hissed open. Cierra didn't run inside; she reached out and grabbed Angeline by the harness, pulling her back just as the detonator hissed. Cierra slammed a manual override on the vault door, sealing them inside a split second before the explosion rocked the hallway.

In the sudden, heavy silence of the vault, they both leaned against the cold steel, breathing hard. The drive sat on a pedestal in the center of the room, glowing with a soft, blue light. Cierra didn't look up from her wrist-mounted terminal

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.

Inside, the air was cold and smelled of ozone. They moved through the shadows like twin ghosts. When a patrol of three droids rounded the corner, Angeline didn't wait for a plan. She became a blur of red light. Three strikes, three silent shutdowns. Before the droids could hit the floor, Cierra was there, catching the lead unit to prevent the clang of metal on tile. Try to remember that

"Where's the fun in silence?" Angeline grinned, stepping off the ledge.