Sabrina checked her gear one last time in the shuttle bay. The logistics station hung in orbit like a bloated metal spider, its docking arms extended to freighters carrying hybrid tech and coalition supplies.
Intelligence had flagged anomalies in the manifests—delayed shipments, mismatched crew logs, and subtle sabotage in the integration protocols for new Concord youth recruits. Purity sleepers. At least four, possibly more.
Mara stood beside her, arms crossed, her veteran frame solid under tactical armor. "We hit the cargo bay first. Sira's already inside, posing as a tech advisor. Stay sharp. These bastards have been here for months, poisoning the wells from the inside."
Sira's voice crackled over the comms. "Confirmed three suspects in the lower decks. The lead one is Logistics Officer Kael. He's been rerouting mentorship pairings to isolate hybrids."
"Move," Sabrina said.
