[SYSTEM]
TIME TO SECTOR 7 TEST: 13 HOURS, 48 MINUTES
TIME TO TRACKING LOCK: 08:52:14
FUGUE: 46%
OBJECTIVE: SABOTAGE STASIS GLOBAL DATA HUB
TEAM: 9 MEMBERS
[/SYSTEM]
The compound schematic glowed on the table. Two clocks ticking. Marcus pointed at the two substations on the map. "Chrono Lock field. Hit both at the same second or it fails."
Vex stabbed a finger at the central building. "Our price is in the hub's core. The schematics for the Patriot Guard's central armory. You extract that data first."
The mission expanded. Extract, then destroy. "Understood."
"Two technical objectives with one team is asking for a wipe," Eli said. He did not look up.
"We do not have the luxury of one objective."
[SYSTEM]
MISSION PARAMETERS LOGGED.
DUAL OBJECTIVES CONFIRMED.
EST. SUCCESS PROBABILITY: 32%
[/SYSTEM]
We split.
Team A. Me and Eli. Substation Beta. Network slice.
Team B. Marcus and Dax, a Union tech. Substation Alpha. Breach.
Team C. Vex, Lara, Vera. Overwatch and extraction.
Fugue at 46 percent. Using Echo Sight would spike me past my thirty percent safe zone. For this approach, I would be blind. A calculated risk.
The approach tunnel stank. We climbed in silence.
Marcus's voice crackled in my ear. "At Alpha. Dax is setting the charge."
"Hold for my signal."
We reached Substation Beta. A sealed hatch. Eli jacked in. "Running slice. Three seconds."
"Team B, stand by."
A green flash on his screen. "Slice complete. Ready."
Red text flashed. ANOMALY PATTERN LOGGED. ORIGIN UNKNOWN. A system tag. A flag.
"Now."
A sharp crack echoed through the comms, then static. Marcus spoke again. "Breach successful. Sentry turret active. Dax is hit."
A pained grunt. Dax, strained. "Leg is grazed. Disabling now."
Weapons fire. Energy sizzle. Marcus. "Alpha is clear. Chrono Lock disengaging."
A deep thrum vibrated through the concrete. Dust fell. The field was down.
The data hub building stood ahead. No guards. The main doors hissed open.
White, opaque fog. Inert gas. Visibility was two feet.
Breather masks clicked on. O2 SUPPLY. 12:00.
The doors sealed behind us with a magnetic thud.
Lara's voice. "Custodian Protocol is active. It is a maze. All doors magnetically sealed. Move."
We moved. The gas swallowed sound. My memory of the layout was seventy percent right. First turn was correct. Second was a dead end. Backtrack. Wasted seconds. O2. 10:34.
Third turn. A pressure plate triggered a vent. More gas billowed out. No threat, just waste. A deliberate time sink. O2. 08:12.
Found the server room after two more wrong turns. Blast door. Eli slapped a thermal charge on the hinge. The blast was muffled. Door groaned inward.
The core hummed inside. Eli jammed the Union's data spike into a port. DOWNLOADING. 45 percent. 78 percent. 100 percent.
"Armory schematics acquired," he confirmed.
While he worked, I accessed the command log. Searched for Sector 7. Override.
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One entry flashed. CONTINGENCY S7 OMEGA.
The text was clear. In event of hub core compromise, Sector 7 test control reverts to manual override at Primary Command Terminal (Stasis Global Tower). System rejects all remote halt commands. Physical intervention required at source.
The plan was wrong. Destroying the hub would not stop the test. It would just move the only off switch to Kael's desk in his tower.
"We have to hit his terminal," I said. "The tower itself."
Eli stared. "Then why are we here?"
"To cripple his network. Make his job harder. Blind him before we move in."
I initiated the data wipe and core melt protocol. The console flashed red. SABOTAGE INITIATED. CORE BREACH IN PROGRESS. 5 percent. 12 percent.
An alert overrode it.
CONTAINMENT PROTOCOL DETECTED CORE BREACH. INITIATING LOCALIZED CHRONAL STASIS.
The meltdown froze at 22 percent.
The hub was crippled, not destroyed. A partial win.
As we ran, the clarity was a cold spike in my gut. The broadcast failed. The hub failed. Kael's system absorbed every logical attack. We were not exposing a conspiracy. We were assaulting a fortress. And fortresses are not solved.
They are broken.
"Go," I said.
[SYSTEM]
MISSION UPDATE:
OBJECTIVE 1 (DATA EXTRACTION): COMPLETE. +80 XP
OBJECTIVE 2 (SABOTAGE): PARTIAL (22%). +40 XP
CIVILIAN CASUALTIES AVOIDED: +20 XP
TOTAL GAIN: 140 XP
CUMULATIVE XP: 370/200
LEVEL STATUS: LOCKED (FUGUE 46% > 30% THRESHOLD)
[/SYSTEM]
The retreat was faster. I knew the path now. O2. 03:45.
We passed a junction. A security drone dropped from the ceiling. Its repulsors were silent in the dense gas. It did not fire at us.
It fired past us.
The networked suppression bolt hit Dax, who was lagging from his leg wound. His cry echoed through the maze. He hit the floor, body rigid. A locator beacon blinked to life on his shoulder armor.
Marcus tried to drag him. The drone rotated and fired again. The bolt pinned Dax's arm to the floor. An energy field welded his armor to the concrete.
"Leave him." Vex's voice was a whip crack through the comms. "Beacon is active. Corporate response in ninety seconds."
Dax's eyes were wide, terrified. He could not speak or move.
Marcus hesitated. The calculation was absolute. Risk the mission and the whole team for one man, or leave.
I grabbed Marcus's shoulder. "He is tagged. We cannot carry him and outrun what is coming."
Marcus's jaw tightened. He looked at Dax, then at me. He let go. He turned and ran. He did not look back.
I ran. We left Dax behind.
O2. 01:20.
The main doors hissed open ahead. The crawler waited, engine screaming. We piled in. It lurched forward before the doors fully closed.
No one spoke. In the crawler, Marcus stared at his hands. They were smeared with grease and Dax's blood. He did not wipe them off. The only sounds were the grinding treads and the distant wail of response sirens converging on the hub.
[SYSTEM]
TEAM STATUS UPDATE:
MEMBER LOST: DAX (UNION TECHNICIAN) - STATUS: CAPTURED/TAGGED
REMAINING: 8 MEMBERS
PARTY MORALE: LOW (-35%)
UNION RELATIONS: TRANSACTIONAL (MISSION DEBT: CLEARED)
[/SYSTEM]
The new safe hole was a drainage substation. The air stank of stagnant water.
Vex examined the stolen schematics on a portable screen. He nodded once. "Data is good." He looked up, his eyes flat. "One of mine for your blueprints. Our ledger is clear." He turned his back to us, physically closing the interaction. "Our business is concluded."
The alliance was over. Trust was spent.
Lara was at a comms station, her face pale. "A system wide broadcast just pinged every user in the sector."
A notification forced its way into my vision.
[SYSTEM]
BOUNTY ALERT:
TARGET: [ANOMALY PRIME - TEMPORAL CLASS]
CONTRACT: OPEN HUNT
REWARD: TEMPORAL REGULATOR (MINOR ARTIFACT) // 2,000c
MECHANICS: CONTRACT TRIGGERS PING ON MAJOR SYSTEM EVENTS (CORE SABOTAGE, ARTIFACT THEFT, HIGH ALERT COMBAT)
TOTAL ACTIVE BOUNTY VALUE: 125,000c
[/SYSTEM]
Every hunter, scavenger, and power hungry survivor in the city now got a direct alert when we made a major move. We were a walking bullseye.
"The hub strike failed its main goal," I said. The fatigue was bone deep. "It did not stop the test. It just forced the off switch into Kael's tower. That is our next target. The heart."
Marcus leaned against the wall. Bloody knuckles pressed to his forehead. "So we walk into the heart."
Lara's monitor beeped. She stiffened. "Perimeter breach. Two contacts. They bypassed the outer markers. Moving fast. Not Guard."
She threw the sensor feed to a cracked screen.
Two heat signatures moved with predatory, synchronized efficiency. They flowed through the sewer tunnels we had used. They took the optimal path without hesitation. Their system tags broadcast openly for any receiver to see.
[SYSTEM]
CONTRACT HUNTERS DETECTED - IN PURSUIT:
HUNTER 1: REAPER CLASS - LEVEL 5 - [SOULBOUND REAPER] - THREAT: EXTREME
HUNTER 2: TRACKER CLASS - LEVEL 4 - [PREDATORY TRACKER] - THREAT: HIGH
ESTIMATED INTERCEPT: 4 MINUTES
[/SYSTEM]
They were not searching.
They were closing.
Fast.
