Story 331: Into the Breach

The cold wind howled through the desolate streets as Zara and Callum crouched behind a rusted vehicle, their breath fogging in the air. The looming silhouette of the enemy's command center rose ahead, an ominous spire pulsing with eerie, crimson light. The sound of mechanical groans and guttural growls echoed in the distance, a grim reminder of what they were up against.

“Last chance to back out,” Callum whispered, checking the charge on his plasma rifle.

Zara smirked, her voice steady despite the tension. “Not a chance. You forget, I’ve already come back from the dead. What’s the worst that can happen now?”

Callum shook his head, a small grin tugging at his lips despite the gravity of their mission. “You’ve got a twisted sense of humor, Kincaid.”

Zara tapped her wrist device, activating the cloaking field. A faint shimmer enveloped them, bending the light around their bodies. “Humor’s all we’ve got left. Let’s move.”