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He looked down at the lab below. “That’s the game. They feed us Attica, let us think we’re winning, and build this over our heads while we look the other way.”

“We should tell Kylix.”

“He knows enough,” Vandor said. “But we can’t hit two enemies at once. So we take the one in front of us.”

Daven tapped his multi-slate. “The others better hurry the fuck up.”

No connection. Of fucking course.

“Look.”

Something small and metallic glinted on the railing beside them, half hidden in the shadows.

Daven reached for it. “What the hell is⁠—”

It slipped loose beneath his fingers.

Dropped.

Tick.

Tick, tick, tick.

The sound bounced off the lower platforms as it disappeared into the lab below.

Daven went still. “Oh, fuck.”

Down below, one of the white-masked workers stopped. Slowly, he lifted his head.

“Well. That’s not ideal.”

Vandor was already moving.

Two shots cracked through the chamber, loud enough to punch through the storm.

The masked man dropped before he could run away.

The whole lab erupted.

“Raise the alarm!” a voice shouted.

“Well,” Daven said, pushing off the railing as he rolled his shoulders. “So much for subtle.”

“That didn’t last long,” Vandor said.

“Nope.”

The guard glanced toward the production floor as more masked figures started moving between the tables. “Your plan?”

Daven checked the chamber below. “Shoot the ones with weapons.”

“And the rest?”

Daven stepped onto the railing. “Improvise.”

Gunfire erupted across the facility, the echoes ringing through the hollow steel corridors. Alarms began screaming somewhere deeper inside the structure.

Daven vaulted over the rail and landed hard on the metal floor below.