Mireille was right behind him, her eyes sharp and determined as ever; Rask's footfalls echoed like a metronome keeping time amidst chaos.
Stone remained calm under pressure; Vance's armor bore scorched marks but still held strong.
Ethan slid through last without haste,his small smile hinted at pride but masked deeper emotions.
They crossed into the staging bay where high doors groaned open to reveal night's embrace outside,a cold honesty washed over them as they stepped out into fresh air.
Behind them, the facility exhaled one final low groan pulled from deep within before surrendering to eternal silence.
They climbed up a ramp and dropped into an extraction trench where two drones hovered silently above them,their rotors whispering secrets to one another while cameras began recording everything unfolding below them.
