The cool night air cut across Seraleth's face as she held a steady glide two hundred feet above the industrial district. Down below, the dark outlines of warehouses, shipping docks, and quiet rail yards stretched out toward the river in a grid of rusted steel and overgrown concrete.
A contract from a weapons tycoon had brought them to this sector: four crates of military-grade void-energy weapons hijacked from a private vault three nights ago. The pay was exceptionally high, and with the rest of the Eclipse team split up across four different sectors to cover ground faster, Seraleth had taken the docks. It was supposed to be a standard sweep-and-clear.
