Suddenly, a red alert flared across the monitor.
The glowing status bar on the terminal pulsed a rhythmic, sickly green:
Kael grabbed the flash drive, ripping it from the port. OUTRIDERS.part08.rar was no longer just a file; it was a death warrant, and the hunt had officially begun.
"Kael, we have to go!" Sarah yelled, slamming her magazine into place. Outside, the distant hum of an ECA dropship began to vibrate the floorboards.