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Angeline checked the pulse-blade strapped to her thigh, her eyes reflecting the glowing red signs of the skyline. "Ready to make some noise, Bell?"

Cierra didn't look up from her wrist-mounted terminal. Her fingers moved in a blur, bypassing the first layer of the spire's thermal shielding. "Silence is what gets us home, Red. Try to remember that." Cierra_Bell_Angeline_Red_-_A_Perfect_Team_Addit...

She didn't fall; she glided. Using a localized gravity-sink, Angeline descended toward a maintenance hatch three stories down. Cierra followed a second later, her descent controlled and silent, her eyes already scanning the internal schematics she had pulled from the cloud. Angeline checked the pulse-blade strapped to her thigh,

"Three minutes," Cierra said, her brow furrowed. "I need three minutes." "Silence is what gets us home, Red

Angeline stepped into the center of the hall, her pulse-blade humming to life. She was the shield, a crimson barrier against the tide. Behind her, Cierra was the scalpel, cutting through the digital veins of the spire.

"Showoff," Cierra whispered, though there was a hint of a smile on her face. "Effective," Angeline countered.