Ethan was about to stand up when a sharp, cold vibration resonated in the back of his mind. A high-priority notification from Crul flashed across his neural interface.
[Master, we have company. Multiple squads are closing in on your position. I recognize Scavenger signatures, but there are several other units—high-tier operators—with no digital footprint. I cannot access their data,] said Crul.
Ethan's hand moved smoothly to his phone, dialing Falcon 20. "Falcon, we're compromised. Bring the SUV around and call for reinforcements. We have hostiles inbound," said Ethan.
"Copy that, sir, but my perimeter is clear. I'm not seeing—" Falcon 20 started, but he was cut off by the frantic squawk of his own intercom.
In the background of the call, Ethan heard a voice shouting: "Code Red! Code Red! Multiple bogies deploying on our position! All units, converge on the Principal! They're everywhere!"
