Angeline wiped a smudge of soot from her cheek and laughed. "Messy? Cierra, that was art. We got the drive, didn't we?"
The mission was simple in theory: infiltrate the Core-Tech spire and retrieve the encrypted drive containing the city’s water filtration codes. In practice, it was a suicide run. The spire was guarded by automated sentries and bio-metric locks that could sniff out an intruder from a mile away. Cierra_Bell_Angeline_Red_-_A_Perfect_Team_Addit...
"Yeah," Cierra said, tucking the drive into her jacket. "We got it. Now, how do you feel about jumping off a seventy-story balcony?" Angeline’s eyes lit up. "I thought you'd never ask." Angeline wiped a smudge of soot from her cheek and laughed
She didn't fall; she glided. Using a localized gravity-sink, Angeline descended toward a maintenance hatch three stories down. Cierra followed a second later, her descent controlled and silent, her eyes already scanning the internal schematics she had pulled from the cloud. We got the drive, didn't we
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.
Cierra Bell and Angeline Red stood on the edge of the neon-drenched rooftop, overlooking a city that never slept but often forgot how to breathe. They were an unlikely pair—Cierra, with her analytical mind and steady hands, and Angeline, a whirlwind of crimson energy and intuitive strikes. They had been called "The Perfect Team" by the underground resistance, a title they were about to prove for the hundredth time.