Ela From Rainbow Six Siege 소설 & 이야기

Lydia’s next words landed like a physical blow which shattered the last of my composure. “She is his mate, Lillian. The Moon Goddess herself ordained it. Alpha Kael’s daughter, Elara, is Drake’s true, destined mate.”

The factions were still fighting each other. But more and more of them were pushing toward the same destination now. The server chamber. Elara leaned out just enough to fire two quick shots down the corridor. One attacker collapsed instantly. The other dove behind a support column, returning fire with a burst that slammed into the wall inches from her face. She pulled back behind cover. “Well,” she muttered under her breath, “they’re persistent.” Behind her, Dominic’s fingers moved rapidly across the terminal keyboard. The screen glowed with scrolling lines of code and system diagnostics.

She threw up a telekinetic shield, deflecting Elara’s blast into the ceiling. "Kian! Mia!" Kael shouted. "Suppressing fire!" The three young warriors opened fire with pulse rifles. The energy bolts didn't hurt Elara’s shield, but they distracted her. "Liam!" Jackson looked at his father. "End this!" Liam Sterling walked forward. The deck plates buckled under his feet. He looked at the woman who gave him birth and then stole his life. "I loved you, Mother," Liam said sadly. "But you are not human anymore."

Elara --------------------- The woman was already in the corridor when Elara came back from the archive room. Not waiting, exactly. Standing with the particular stillness of someone who had been there long enough to stop pretending they were passing through. Tall. Dark-haired. A security clearance badge that read SOREL, N. — Systems Analysis, Level 4. Level 4 was one tier above Elara's authorized access. "Ms. Vale," the woman said. Her voice was professionally neutral in a way that took practice. "I was hoping to catch you. I'm Nadia Sorel. Infrastructure division."

"Trust me. I am your wife, but I am also your best weapon. Let me fight in my own way." One week later, inside the glass skyscraper of Lumiere Industries overlooking the River Thames, a woman wearing black-rimmed glasses and a professional grey blazer stepped inside. Her usually loose and flowing hair was now tied up neatly, giving off the impression of a cold and brilliant career woman. "Ms. Elaine White? Mr. Lumiere is waiting for you upstairs," the receptionist said respectfully. Liora or now Elaine nodded briefly. She walked into the transparent elevator. On her wrist, she wore a smartwatch modified by Kael to scramble her biometric signals.

but the physical gravity of a son. ​"You're getting better at that," Elara said, leaning her head against the back of the chair. Her eyes were rimmed with red, her hair pulled back in a messy knot. To the world, she was the Triage Authority. To Liam, she was the woman who had survived a war and won. ​"I’m learning that they aren't made of glass," Liam said, looking down at Caleb. "Though I still feel like my heart is walking around outside my body. It’s a terrifying way to live, Elara."

And they are welcome to train hard as they like in the civilian training centre until they can pass the tests. They responded to my call and approached me. Maria's bows and arrows had been replaced by a sniper and bullets. Elena gripped a gun as long as her arm whilst Allison carried a box of explosives. "I know you don't like being coddled or treated differently to any other soldiers on the grounds of being women or my sisters but..." I began, "You know what happened to Ella. You know these men have no morals. Keep your guards up." Elena nodded, "Don't worry, Leo. If you thought Maria was dangerous with that bow you should see her with a sniper."

"He’ll know. Because I’m the one who stayed when he had nothing. You’re just a ghost chasing a life you never lived." Suddenly, the heavy steel door of the basement groaned. The electronic lock hissed as a shower of sparks flew from the keypad. She had bypassed the security from the outside. The door swung open slowly, the hinges screaming in the silence. I raised the gun, my finger tightening on the trigger. Elara stepped into the light. She was dressed in the same matte-black tactical gear I had worn during the raid on the Obsidian Club. She didn't have a weapon in her hands; they were held out to her sides, open and mocking.

he asked, his voice hoarse, his eyes burning with something dark. "She's helping us," Elara said. "She's a federal agent. She's been undercover." Sebastian's eyes widened. He looked at Maya—really looked at her. "You." Maya nodded. "It's been a long time, Sebastian." He didn't respond. He just stared at her, his jaw tight, his eyes unreadable. Then he looked at Elara. "You need to know something," he said, his voice weak. "Something important." "What?"

Standing in front of the main server, typing into a control panel, was a woman. Tall. Blonde. Dressed in all black. And when she turned, Ayesha’s breath caught. Elena Vasquez. One of Davos’ top operatives. She smiled. “You’re late.” Leena groaned. “Of course it’s her.” Ayesha’s jaw tightened. “Step away from the console, Elena.” Elena tilted her head. “You really think I’d make it that easy?” Then, the alarm sounded. And the trap snapped shut.