Sarp Ozaydin - Diamond Flask (original Mix) Site

He tapped the earpiece humming in his canal. "I'm at the extraction point. Where is the pilot?"

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.” Sarp Ozaydin - Diamond Flask (Original Mix)

Kaelen lay on the floor for a beat, breathing heavily. The intense hum of the flask began to subside, settling back into a low, purring idle. He tapped the earpiece humming in his canal

His boots clicked against the wet grid-metal of the bridge as a heavy, rolling bassline of adrenaline surged through his veins. Behind him, searchlights sliced through the digital smog, locking onto his silhouette. Red warning lasers dotted his back. “They are targeting you! Move!” the earpiece crackled. “Thirty seconds out, Kaelen

Kaelen gripped the flask tightly. The energy hum was reaching a crescendo, vibrating violently in his hand. He pushed his legs to their absolute limit, his eyes locked on the narrowing gap of the door. Ten feet. Five feet.

He threw himself forward, sliding on his back across the rain-slicked metal. He squeezed through the gap with inches to spare just as the massive blast door slammed shut with a deafening metallic boom.

Kaelen pulled the Diamond Flask from his pocket. He clicked the bypass switch on its side. Instantly, a high-pitched, oscillating synth-whine pierced the air. The core began to bleed energy, creating a localized electromagnetic distortion field.