Europa, July 16, 2027. 0630 Hours.
NeoCorp’s icy base loomed, its gates sealed as alarms blared.
Yuri Leonov charged through the side entrance, plasma torch flaring as alarms blared. “Turrets? I’ll turn ‘em to scrap!”
Elias Moretti ducked behind ice, his scanner shaking in his hands. “They’ve got drones incoming—we’re in trouble!”
John Mitchell led the team inside, his leadership a steady force. “Zheng, take point!”
Xiaotong Zheng moved swiftly, her genius a brilliance, her presence magnetic. “Guards ahead, Mitchell—automated turrets!”
Anika Sharma hacked a terminal, her voice tense as she worked. “I’m disabling the turrets—give me ten seconds!”
Rachel Voigt fired a flare, lighting the path, her tone sharp. “Keep moving—we’re exposed!”
Kenji Sato jammed their comms, his voice urgent. “They’re calling for backup. We’re on the clock.”
Sarah Carter stayed low, med-kit ready for action. “First hit, I’m on it, John.”
Li Wei covered the rear, his expression grim. “Shields are holding—barely.”
Mikael Heikkinen’s voice crackled through comms. “Shuttle’s lifting off—I’m in pursuit!”