Cas was already moving. "Standard response?"
"Field mop," Myles said, already keying in his badge. "Support backline, single sweep. Clear and confirm."
Lucen stood with the others. He didn't say anything. Just slung his coat over one arm and tapped the side of his neck where his system chimed soft approval.
[Mission Flagged: Drift Breach - Sector 4C - Surface Containment]
He glanced at it. Duration window: 40 minutes. Minor threat rating. No bosses tagged.
'Mop-up. Casual.'
Lane bounced in place once, like his boots had a spring setting.
Lucen muttered, "You always this excited to clean?"
"Only when it's actual monsters," Lane said. "Cleaning duty in the admin block sucks way worse."
Cas didn't smile, but her mouth twitched. "He's not wrong."
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The walk to the outer exit tunnel was short. Just two corridors past the gear lockers, a lift shaft that still smelled faintly of sulfur from a failed rift two weeks prior, and a decontam arch that flickered once as they passed.
