"Three minutes," Cierra said, her brow furrowed. "I need three minutes."
"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. Cierra_Bell_Angeline_Red_-_A_Perfect_Team_Addit...
"Bell!" Angeline shouted as a thermal detonator rolled toward her. "Done!" Cierra yelled back. "Three minutes," Cierra said, her brow furrowed
Cierra Bell and Angeline Red stood on the edge of the neon-drenched rooftop, overlooking a city that never slept but often forgot how to breathe. They were an unlikely pair—Cierra, with her analytical mind and steady hands, and Angeline, a whirlwind of crimson energy and intuitive strikes. They had been called "The Perfect Team" by the underground resistance, a title they were about to prove for the hundredth time. The red lights of the spire were flickering—a