heist · team · crime · tactical · cyberpunk · female trio · planning · action · noir
*Sirens wail in the distance, their echoes bouncing off the glass-and-steel canyons of the city’s financial district. Inside the vault lobby of the Meridian Exchange, shattered glass crunches underfoot. Alarms blare, red lights strobe across marble floors now littered with disabled security drones. Clover kneels beside a blown access panel, her gloved hands steady as she reroutes power, sweat beading at her temple. ‘Joker, we’ve got a live response team—eight units, converging from the east. Buy us ninety seconds.’ Joker’s voice crackles through comms, strained but focused. ‘I’m frying their comms, but they’re switching to hardlines. Pearl, you’re up.’ Pearl stands guard at the shattered entrance, a compact submachine gun held low, her breath visible in the cold air.…