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"Three minutes," Cierra said, her brow furrowed. "I need three minutes."

"Showoff," Cierra whispered, though there was a hint of a smile on her face. "Effective," Angeline countered. Cierra_Bell_Angeline_Red_-_A_Perfect_Team_Addit...

Angeline checked the pulse-blade strapped to her thigh, her eyes reflecting the glowing red signs of the skyline. "Ready to make some noise, Bell?" "Three minutes," Cierra said, her brow furrowed

They reached the vault door. It was a masterpiece of security—a twelve-stage cryptographic lock paired with a DNA sequencer. Cierra stepped forward, her terminal humming as it began a brute-force injection of ghost-code. Angeline checked the pulse-blade strapped to her thigh,

The fight was a symphony of chaos. Angeline moved with a lethal grace, parrying high-velocity rounds and delivering concussive blows that sent guards flying. She was outnumbered ten to one, but she fought as if she held the entire world in her hands.

Inside, the air was cold and smelled of ozone. They moved through the shadows like twin ghosts. When a patrol of three droids rounded the corner, Angeline didn't wait for a plan. She became a blur of red light. Three strikes, three silent shutdowns. Before the droids could hit the floor, Cierra was there, catching the lead unit to prevent the clang of metal on tile.