Crumbled
The deeper corridors of Black Talon’s core hummed with energy, each step Iris took a calculated risk. Sparks from damaged conduits lit the shadows, illuminating the twisted metal of decommissioned units and shattered lab equipment. The fight had shifted — guards and automated drones had been routed, but rogue units, programmed to protect the heart of the facility, still moved with lethal intent. Iris pressed forward, rifle sweeping in short, controlled bursts. A pair of exoskeletal guards lunged from a side passage. She pivoted, dropping one with a precise shot to the chest plate and sending the second sprawling into a low-energy conduit, sparks arcing off its frame. Every movement was fluid, a combination of reflex and pre-programmed precision honed over decades of missions. She reached
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