The Eastern Consortium's private landing pad glimmered under the neon lights of Neo-Luminara, a stark contrast to the relentless downpour drenching everything in sight.
As the sleek VTOL craft descended with an air of predatory elegance, its matte-black surface absorbed the surrounding glow like a shadow come to life.
Renshu Wu stood resolutely beneath his umbrella, his posture rigid despite the storm brewing within him.
Behind him, fellow Consortium officers,Scarlet, General Kho, and a dozen others,formed a silent line of anticipation.
The atmosphere crackled with unspoken tension as the gangway extended with a hiss.
And then she appeared.
Operative Raven emerged from the craft like a specter materializing from darkness.
Her lithe frame moved with lethal precision; each step was deliberate and calculated.
