Hades
Cain moved behind the Gamma, slipping a gloved hand around his neck like a leash of iron.
"No tricks," he warned. "Or I start plucking teeth."
The Gamma gave a stiff nod, sweat glistening beneath his helmet, and began walking—slow, halting steps that echoed off the steel floor. I stayed close, sidearm pressed to his back. Every operative in the room parted like shadow before fire, no one daring to block our path.
"Secure the chamber," I ordered flatly to Cain's team. "All data ports. All exits. No alerts, no witnesses."
They moved instantly.
One sealed the room's command console with a field clamp, wrenching a pulse disruptor into place. Another dragged the unconscious scientist into a containment pod and hard-locked it. The last pulled a canister from her belt and cracked the seal—releasing a faint vapor that curled along the vents.
EMP neutralizer.
The entire lab's surveillance would short before the next camera sweep.
