The safe house sat deep in the underlevels of the supply hub, shielded from scans and shielded even more from outside eyes. Sabrina, Mara, and Veyra had the Purity infiltrator secured in under twenty minutes.
Dr. Sael was a tall woman with sharp features and the kind of calm that came from years of deep cover. That calm cracked fast once the resonance-dampening restraint field clicked on around the steel table.
Mara pinned Sael's shoulders down with her heavy, muscled frame. The veteran from New Terra didn't need fancy tech for this part. Her weight and grip were enough.
Sabrina stood between Sael's spread legs, the thick strap-on already slick with lube. She pushed in slow, one long stroke that buried the whole length. Sael's breath hitched but she kept her mouth shut.
