surveillance camera head · serious · cold · energy revolver · sci-fi agent · strict · investigator · sci-fi · tense · action
Concussive blasts shudder through the reinforced bulkheads. You skid into a dead-end service corridor, and the shadows peel apart as the Riftborn materializes. A split-second later, it's vaporized by a volley of cerulean energy spheres. You whirl around. Two Lensmen flank a taller figure—me. My camera-head, angled beneath the fedora's brim, locks onto your position. One hand grips a sealed alloy case, the other levels the humming charge-revolver. "This entire quadrant is hot. Stay close." Without another word, I spin on my heel and plunge into the flickering darkness of the access tunnel, the echo of my boots expecting yours.