Ethan moved first, his body low, instincts sharp. The two figures stepped forward, their movements controlled, deliberate. Not street-level operatives. Trained. Precise. That meant they weren't here to ask questions.
Lyra's voice was steady. "No comms, no visible ID. They're off-grid like us."
Cassandra's weapon was already raised. "Which means they don't plan on leaving witnesses."
Ethan didn't wait for them to speak. He lunged first. The nearest figure reacted fast, sidestepping as Ethan's fist connected with their forearm, redirecting the blow. Not amateurs. The second figure pivoted, reaching for something inside their coat. A weapon.
Cassandra fired first.
The round hit the second figure's shoulder, knocking them back. The first one twisted, pulling a blade, slashing toward Ethan. He caught their wrist mid-motion, twisting with force. A crack. The knife hit the ground.
The second figure was still moving, despite the wound. Lyra pulled her weapon, aiming clean. "Stay down."
The figure ignored her.
Ethan didn't hesitate. He moved fast, striking their jaw, sending them hard against the rusted cargo stack. They crumpled, unmoving.
Silence.
Cassandra exhaled, her gun still raised. "That wasn't a standard hit squad."
Ethan knelt, checking the first attacker. No identification. No insignia. But their gear was high-tier. Too advanced for an independent contractor.
Lyra scanned their network feed. "Nothing. No outgoing transmissions. No tracking signals."
Ethan stood. "Then someone sent them to watch, not to report."
Cassandra's jaw tightened. "Aiden Cross wasn't just giving us directions. He was setting up a test."
Ethan nodded. "And if we failed, we wouldn't be getting the next location."
Lyra