Perched on a high, rocky bluff a kilometer east of the Ironblood rail yard, Julian's group observed the unfolding chaos through a high-powered scope and the shimmering screen of a portable surveillance array. The morning sun at their backs, they were invisible in the shadows of the crags.
"Condition Crimson, they're calling it," Celestia reported, her voice barely a whisper as she monitored the encrypted Ironblood comms Fey had sliced into. "Full lockdown. They've lost two perimeter teams. Cause of death unknown. They're terrified."
Zoe, lying prone beside Julian, her beast-enhanced eyes narrowed. "The wind smells of fear and iron... like a machine that's been off for a long time." She was describing the scent coming from the direction of the latest "Ghost" attack.
Emma fidgeted, eager. "So this 'Ghost' is doing our work for us! Picking off the bad guys. Maybe we should team up!"
