11:49 Hours – Deep Bunker Access Shaft
The steel stairs groaned under Bernardian boots.
Captain Morgan moved like a blade—quiet, sharp, killing intent in every motion. Iron-Four followed in stacked formation behind him, rifles raised, visors glowing cold blue in the dim light. Two recon drones flitted ahead, scanning the curve of the stairwell. No tripwires. No heat traps.
Just old concrete, dust, and fear.
The silence was only broken by low mechanical whispers over comms.
"Readings confirm a sealed vault below. Twenty-plus life signatures. Confined. Non-mobile."
"Copy that," Morgan muttered. He flicked his wristpad. "Air pressure normalized. No toxic agents. Bunker's still clean. We breach, we bag, we drag."
"Rules of engagement?"
Morgan didn't look back. "Same as before. Civilians live if they're smart. Command dies if they fight."
11:52 Hours – Deep Signal Relay Room – 200 meters beneath Glyveris
