Lucen stayed quiet, flicking blood off the edge of his sleeve. Not his blood. Some spitter-type from the alley section that tried flanking too wide.
'Second strike got lucky. First was sloppy. Could've done better.'
The lift opened near the welcome arch.
Gabe stood there already. Arms folded. Thin jacket over her uniform blouse. No clipboard today. Just eyes like scanners, locked on them as they stepped in.
She didn't start with questions.
Didn't ask for a recount.
She just said, "You neutralized everything."
Lucen gave a light nod.
Cas answered properly. "Yes, ma'am. All targets verified by pulse scan. No runner anomalies."
Gabe tilted her head. "Two civilians injured?"
Myles stepped forward. "One took a knock from a falling gutter pipe when a brute went into the wall. The other slipped running. No direct damage from us."
Lucen added, "Cleaned up the spill pattern. Burn residue wiped. No trail."
Gabe studied his face. "You the one that handled that?"
