Drake left the briefing room with urgency. The mission ahead was crucial, and he needed to be at his best. He headed to his quarters to change into appropriate attire for the journey.Entering his room, Drake closed the door behind him and leaned against it for a moment. The weight of the mission pressed heavily on his shoulders. He knew that crossing paths with the Germinal Organization was a significant risk. As a wanted criminal by Germinal, he had to be especially cautious. The thought of potentially getting caught and sidetracked by Germinal forces gnawed at him, but he wouldn't let fear dictate his actions.He walked over to his closet and selected his gear: a reinforced tactical suit designed for maximum mobility and protection, lightweight yet durable. He strapped on his combat boots, holstered his weapons, and secured a utility belt around his waist. Every piece of equipment had a purpose, and he made sure everything was in its place.As he adjusted his gear, frustration bubb

As soon as the glider touched down smoothly on the landing pad, Drake and Maya quickly began unloading the supplies. The rest of the fighters, alerted by the sound of the landing, came out to join them. There was a sense of camaraderie and efficiency as everyone pitched in, forming a chain to pass the supplies into the storage room. The atmosphere was lively, filled with the buzz of conversations and the occasional laugh.Drake was busy lifting a heavy crate when he noticed Kandra approaching. Kandra was a tall, muscular fighter with a perpetually stern expression. Ever since Drake had arrived at the base, Kandra had been one of the few who seemed uncomfortable with his presence. Drake could sense the tension whenever they were in the same room, a silent rivalry that had yet to come to a head.As they moved the last of the supplies into the storage room, Kandra stepped forward, blocking Drake's path. The room fell silent as everyone sensed the impending confrontation."Drake," Kandra

In the dimly lit room once occupied by Riley, the air was thick with dust and the scent of neglect. It had been months since Riley's passing, and the room had remained untouched as a silent testament to his memory. Shadows danced on the walls, cast by the flickering lights overhead, creating an eerie, melancholic atmosphere. One of the members of the shadow base, Liam, was tasked with cleaning and clearing out the room. As he moved through the space, his mind wandered, thinking about Riley. He had been a skilled fighter and a trusted comrade, someone who had given his all for the cause. The room was filled with remnants of Riley's life—old books, training gear, and personal trinkets that held little value to anyone but Riley himself.Lost in thought, Liam nearly missed the small, strange device lying on the floor, half hidden beneath a pile of old clothes. He bent down and picked it up, turning it over in his hands. It was sleek and black, with a single button in the centre. The desi

The soldier continues his taunting, his voice a harsh whisper in the tense air. "Look at you, Zero. Reduced to hiding in a pit with these misfits. Did you really think you could escape the Germinal Organization forever? You're better off dead like you were meant to be, but luckily for you, we were given the order to bring you back alive." He spat. As he spoke, his eyes flick to Maya. Without warning, he lunges and grabs her gruffly, pulling her close and pressing a knife to her neck. Maya's eyes widen with shock and fear, her breath catching in her throat. Drake feels his heart pound in his chest, a sudden surge of rage threatening to overwhelm him."Let her go!" Drake shouts, stepping forward instinctively.The soldier tightens his grip on Maya, the blade pressing harder against her skin. "Ah, ah, ah," he sneers, eyes glinting with malice. "One more step, and she gets a new smile. Here's the deal, Zero: you come with us silently, or she dies right here, right now."Drake's mind race

Kandra took a deep breath, his expression hardening as he looked at Drake. "Drake," he begins, his voice firm and resolute, "I appreciate your honesty, but we can't allow you to help with the preparations any longer." The room is thick with tension as Kandra and Maya stand facing each other, their disagreement pulling the attention of everyone around them. The recent invasion by the German soldiers has left everyone on edge, and now the argument is centred on what to do with Drake.Kandra's voice is the first to break the silence. "He needs to leave," he declares, his tone resolute. "Drake's presence here puts us all at risk. The Germinal Organization found us because of him."Maya steps forward, her eyes blazing with anger. "You can't just throw him out, Kandra. Drake has been nothing but loyal and helpful since he got here. We need him."Kandra scoffs, shaking his head. "Loyal? Helpful? He’s a wanted criminal! By keeping him here, we're painting a target on our backs. We’re endange