Marked by the Enemy King
"Three signatures. Kinetic armor. Heavy ordinance. Victor Kalos’s elite cleaners."
Aris stared up at the opening. A rope, thick and braided with wire, snaked down from the darkness, hitting the ground with a heavy thud. A boot, reinforced with carbon-fiber plating, followed, landing in the filth with absolute, terrifying silence.
"They found us," Aris said, his voice flat, drained of all hope.