E.E whistled. "Damn. If I didn't know better, I'd say that's the real slimy bastard."
Elevora exhaled softly. "I'll manage his shift reports and communication patterns. But you must hurry."
"According to the memories, the 42nd commander is known for unpredictability. He changes his protocols every few cycles," Aildris stated.
Angy's horns flickered. "Good. We'll handle him."
Aildris placed his hands on the ground, releasing a stream of color that expanded across the station floor. "The phasic lock is set. No one enters this chamber without permission. And if they try… they'll find themselves looping the same hallway until they give up."
Falco grinned. "Handy."
"Alright. Let's move. The sooner we leave this place, the sooner we stop the next target," E.E stated while turning around.
As they prepared to depart, Elevora glanced at them one last time. "Don't take too long. And be careful."
Angy gave her a faint smirk. "You too."
