Jarek led the way, his boots making barely a sound on the metal grating. Selene followed, blending into the shadows, her chameleon suit shifting hue with each passing beam of light. Drax brought up the rear, his arm ready to pry open any lock that stood in their way. Vargesh and Mamin slipped into the control hub, where the holo‑table now displayed a live feed of the convoy’s interior.
The plan was simple on paper but fraught with danger in practice. They moved as a unit, each step measured, each breath a silent prayer. The undercroft was a cavernous space of rusted girders, flickering emergency lights, and the faint scent of ozone. The convoy—a sleek, black maglev pod with the V-5 Core secured in a magnetic cradle—rolled in on a silent track, its surface reflecting the dim light like a black mirror. 5 Vargesh Per Mamin REPACK
As the maglev pod hissed to a stop, the convoy doors swung open with a soft pneumatic sigh. A pair of heavily armored guards stepped out, their visors scanning the dim surroundings. Selene’s suit shimmered, rendering her nearly invisible. She slipped past the guards, her steps as silent as the breath of the city itself. Jarek led the way, his boots making barely
Drax hefted the case, his mechanical arm flexing with quiet power. “Let’s disappear before they realize what we’ve taken.” Vargesh and Mamin slipped into the control hub,
“Now, Mamin!” Vargesh shouted.