Kael slammed the trunk of Clara's car shut after stowing the machine gun, his movements swift as he pulled out two compact SMGs, their silencers gleaming faintly in the noon light.
He checked their chambers with a practiced flick, slung one across his back, and gripped the other tightly, grabbing extra magazines and stuffing them into his tactical vest.
His hazel eyes scanned the gear, ensuring everything was in place, his expression focused, a predator ready for the hunt.
"Let's go, Doc," he said, glancing at Clara, who nodded, her green eyes steady.
She stepped to the trunk, folding her doctor's jacket neatly and setting it inside.
Her loose white hair was swept into a tight ponytail, revealing the sharp lines of her face.
She slipped on a shoulder holster, the straps accentuating her figure, pushing up her breasts, as she loaded it with a pistol, grenades, and spare clips, her movements calm but efficient, and it only made her look more alluring.
