The portal to the Iso-Cube looked like a wound in reality.
Seraph stood in front of it, studying the glowing oval of distorted space that led to Sterling's most secure prison. Around her, five other resistance fighters checked their gear one last time. No powered armor. No magical weapons. Just normal guns and knives.
Because inside the Iso-Cube, nothing else would work.
"Fifteen minutes," she said quietly. "That's our window. Voss says the guard shift changes at exactly 0300 hours. We go in at 0301, grab Dr. Cross and whoever else we can carry, and we are out by 0315."
"And if we are not out by 0315?" asked Marcus, one of Rook's best fighters.
"Then the portal locks for another six hours. And we are trapped inside with Sterling's Beta-Class Weavers and the security measures he's built."
Draven cracked his knuckles. "I still think this is insane. But I've gotten used to insane lately."
"That makes one of us," Seraph said quietly.
BEEP.
Her chronometer hit 0301.
