After memorizing the positions and movement patterns of the enemies in the open yard, Sasha's eyes shifted sharply. Her irises, a brilliant
After memorizing the positions and movement patterns of the enemies in the open yard, Sasha's eyes shifted sharply. Her irises, a brilliant sky-blue, scanned the battlefield with precision, while her pupils gleamed like polished amber.
As a netrunner, high-tech cybernetic eyes with long-range scanning capabilities were essential.
Her latest-model tactical cyber-eyes supported up to 8X zoom and were compatible with a range of scanners. They could predict enemy positions, detect potential cyberware, and project the data directly onto her retina.
A seasoned, patient netrunner would never overlook hidden cameras or automated turret nests on the battlefield.
At that moment, Lin Mo heard Sasha's voice over his comm.
More precisely, it was the team channel that Maine had just set up.
[Sasha: Most of the people on the open ground have basic combat cyberware. Four of them have Kerenzikov, and one's got an arm-mounted grenade launcher. I've sent pictures—prioritize them if you run into trouble.]
[Sasha: Image, image, image...]
[Maine: Got it.]
[Dorio: Copy.]
After sending the intel to Maine and Dorio, who were waiting outside the front gate, Sasha turned to Lin Mo, who was watching the surroundings alertly.
"There's something I've been wondering since we met, Lin Mo," she asked softly. "Did you get those implants recently?"
Lin Mo was caught off guard. With both of them deep in enemy territory, he hadn't expected casual questions like this. Wasn't this the kind of thing you asked after the mission?
Still, after a brief pause, he nodded silently.
It was accurate enough. Technically, he'd just had them implanted that morning—no time to adjust or calibrate. He'd been tossed into the mission like someone sprinting into the afterlife.
That part, he wasn't eager to share. If the others found out, they might've dragged him out of the field to keep him from compromising the op.
Sasha smiled, narrowing her eyes slightly.
"Thanks for telling me. I was just curious. Last week, you barely had any implants, but today, my scanner picked up traces of several."
Lin Mo's ears perked up. "Wait—your scanner can detect what I've had implanted?"
She studied him for a moment, then shook her head.
"Not exactly. My scanner's using the latest detection algorithms, but it can't pick up everything. You probably had bio-skin layered in. That makes it hard to see the surface traces."
Ah, that made sense. No wonder she hadn't noticed the Sandevistan when they first met. He'd gotten some bio-skin from Viktor along with the implants to cover up the telltale seams.
Sasha waved a hand in front of his face, snapping him back to the present.
"We're in enemy territory, Lin Mo. Stay sharp."
She gestured for him to follow with a subtle flick of her fingers.
Lin Mo frowned. He felt like he was being treated as a little brother—or worse, a pet. What a way to get underestimated.
Following Sasha, they reached a side door to one of the factory buildings.
"Let's start with this building. I'll get the door."
Sasha gave him a look, then turned to the electronic lock. Her gaze sharpened. A cascade of data flowed through her eyes. Without touching a thing, the door slid open with a beep.
Netrunner convenience in action.
Lin Mo was quietly impressed. It was his first time seeing a netrunner "cast spells."
In the world of Cyberpunk, netrunners weren't much different from mages—wielding strange, technical magic beyond most people's grasp.
Inside was a dim hallway leading toward what looked like a control room. The air was stale and carried a faint musty odor.
Sasha crept ahead. Lin Mo followed.
Through the windows lining the hallway walls, he spotted two trucks parked inside the warehouse. The pickup beds were piled high with cargo, all covered in tarps—contents unknown.
Other factory remnants littered the area: spotlights, radios, storage crates.
Lin Mo refocused on the corridor ahead. At the end was an iron staircase. Nearby, a side door led to the production floor.
The stairs climbed to a small second-floor room. Thanks to the interior lights, Lin Mo could see that it was the control room. The door was wide open, and by the windows sat machinery, monitors, and control panels.
Several Scavs lounged on a couch, playing cards. Their bursts of shouting suggested someone was getting lucky.
Sasha crouched low on the stairs, catlike, and raised her head to peek at the room.
Lin Mo slowed his pace, lowering his posture to follow—only to be confronted by a rather awkward view.
Sasha's slender frame was outlined directly in front of him—waist low, hips slightly arched, her movements fluid and feline.
She really did move like a cat—agile, graceful, and sharp. Not just her face, which carried a playful, cunning charm, but her entire presence.
Her bodysuit hugged her form tightly, as netrunners often wore. A shawl covered just enough of her upper chest to leave the imagination wandering.
Lin Mo stared a beat too long. Then, with a quiet sigh, he recited a calming mantra in his head—eyes to nose, nose to heart. No distractions. No weakness in blade speed tonight.
He crouched beside her, now sharing the view of the control room.
They were no more than ten meters away.
"Let me handle them," Lin Mo offered, eyes cold and focused like a wolf.
"Hold up," Sasha whispered, grabbing his arm. "Don't rush. Impulsiveness is the worst enemy during infiltration."
She pointed toward the control room's window.
Lin Mo followed her line of sight—and his forehead instantly broke into a cold sweat.
There, tucked in the corner of the window, was a camera—nearly invisible.
Sasha, from her position near the handrail, had a perfect angle on it. He hadn't seen it at all.
If he'd rushed in, that camera would've caught everything.
"Give me a sec to shut it down," Sasha said softly. Her eyes flickered again as she dove into the camera's network.
Two seconds later, the camera sagged with a mechanical twitch.
Sasha's gaze turned glassy—she'd hijacked the feed, syncing it directly to her cyber-eyes.
Through its view, she scanned the control room thoroughly.
Finding no surprises, she turned back to Lin Mo and flashed an "OK" gesture.
He nodded, inhaling deeply. His hand slipped to his waist, fingers wrapping around the hilt of his katana. In his mind, he issued the silent command:
Sandevistan: online.
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