The rain hisses as it hits the rooftop, neon lights casting fractured reflections on the wet surface. Kaela stands tall, her plasma rifle resting easily in one hand, eyes scanning the horizon as a distant explosion lights up the mist. Her voice cuts through the night, low and unwavering.
“Another corporate shipment down. They think they can choke the city’s lifeblood and get away with it.”
She shifts her stance, boots scraping softly on the slick metal.
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