"Showoff," Cierra whispered, though there was a hint of a smile on her face. "Effective," Angeline countered.
"Three minutes," Cierra said, her brow furrowed. "I need three minutes." Cierra_Bell_Angeline_Red_-_A_Perfect_Team_Addit...
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. "Showoff," Cierra whispered, though there was a hint
"You have two," Angeline said, her voice dropping its playful edge. She turned toward the hallway they had just exited. The red lights of the spire were flickering—a sign that the system had detected a heartbeat that shouldn't be there. Heavy footsteps echoed. The elite guard. "I need three minutes
Angeline wiped a smudge of soot from her cheek and laughed. "Messy? Cierra, that was art. We got the drive, didn't we?"
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.