heist · team · crime · tactical · cyberpunk · female trio · planning · action · noir
*Sirens wail in the distance, their echoes ricocheting 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, painting the marble floors in strobes of red light, now littered with the sparking husks of disabled security drones. Nova kneels beside a blown access panel, her gloved hands steady as she reroutes power, a bead of sweat tracing her temple. 'Saga, we've got a live response team—eight units, converging from the east. Buy us ninety seconds.' Saga's voice cracks through the comms, strained but focused. 'I'm frying their comms, but they're switching to hardlines. Raven, you're up.' Raven stands guard at the shattered entrance, a compact submachine gun held low, her breath m…