Of - Lawrence London, Halif Faruk, Roman Mercur... Online

London straightened, his gaze sweeping over his team. “Faruk, get us in. Mercur, you’re the ghost—neutralize the internal sensors. I’ll handle the heavy lifting.”

Beside him, adjusted his flight suit. Faruk was the navigator, a man who could find a wormhole in a vacuum. His eyes, dark and sharp, never left the scrolling data streams. “The gravitational fluctuations near the refinery are spiking, Lawrence. If we don’t time the exit perfectly, we’re cosmic dust.” OF - Lawrence London, Halif Faruk, Roman Mercur...

“To the edge?” Mercur asked, checking the edge of his vibro-blade. London straightened, his gaze sweeping over his team

“We’re hitting the Aegis refinery at 0400,” London grumbled, his voice like gravel. “No mistakes. This isn’t a training sim.” get us in. Mercur