Web of Deceit
The control room was a storm of gunfire and chaos. The walls shook with the impact of explosions, and the air was thick with the acrid stench of burning circuits. Nitya crouched behind a console, barking orders into her comm while returning fire with precision.
"Vlada, how much longer do you need?" she shouted, glancing at the hacker, who was furiously typing, sweat dripping down her face.
"Two minutes if I don't get shot!" Vlada yelled back, her voice tight with focus.
"Haider, cover her!" Nitya ordered.
"I'm on it!" Haider moved to Vlada's side, his assault rifle spitting controlled bursts of fire to suppress the guards pouring into the room.
The betrayal hung heavy over the team, each member silently wondering who among them had sold them out. Nitya shoved the thought aside; there was no time for doubt. Right now, they needed to survive.
Laurent's Trap
