As they prepped their gear, the camaraderie was unspoken but absolute. They were the outliers, the ones the Federation called when diplomacy failed and the odds were impossible.
“I never miss,” Faruk replied, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. OF - Lawrence London, Halif Faruk, Roman Mercur...
London straightened, his gaze sweeping over his team. “Faruk, get us in. Mercur, you’re the ghost—neutralize the internal sensors. I’ll handle the heavy lifting.” As they prepped their gear, the camaraderie was
“To the edge?” Mercur asked, checking the edge of his vibro-blade. As they prepped their gear