Blood on the Asphalt biker
Sienna and Reaper landed in a synchronized skid, their bikes whipping around to form a barricade.
I brought the Sovereign down hard, the iridescent blue engine whining as I slammed on the brakes, drifting perfectly into Dax’s six o'clock blind spot.
"Contact!" Dax roared, dropping the empty SMG and drawing his combat knife. "Close quarters! Don't let them form a firing line!"
The hangar erupted into pure chaos. The Shock-Troopers were elite, highly trained corporate soldiers, but their training was for organized, tactical warfare. They were fighting a textbook battle.