Behind him, the air shimmered. Ghost Lead didn’t walk into view; he materialized as his deactivated. The active-camo suit transitioned from the muddy brown of the brick wall to the matte grey of his tactical vest in a fraction of a second. "Synchronize shots," Ghost Lead commanded.

"Area clear," Ghost Lead said, his voice as cold as the tech he wore. "Move up. We have a world to save before sunrise."

"On my mark," the lead replied. The world seemed to go silent, the only sound being the rhythmic hum of the drones circling overhead. "Execute."