The hangar bay was cold, the air smelling of ozone and fuel. Team Zero moved with a quiet, focused energy towards the waiting Star-Jumper, its dark hull seeming to absorb the light around it. They were a picture of lethal readiness.
Then the air in front of the ship's ramp shimmered, like heat haze over a desert. It coalesced in a heartbeat, and a man stood where there had been empty space.
Silas didn't hesitate. He was already moving, his massive form a blur as he planted himself between the newcomer and the others, a combat stance so ingrained it was pure instinct. Energy flared around his fists. "You," he growled.
Vyn was just as fast. She didn't step forward; she simply raised a hand. A circle of intricate, violet runes blazed into existence on the hangar floor around the man, the air within them thickening to the consistency of syrup. There would be no teleporting out.
Reia's blades were in her hands, held low and ready, her eyes narrowed to slits.
