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The pack responded. Firefly detached a single, pencil-thin tendril of explosive. Cicada’s manipulator arms snatched it and, with insectile delicacy, glued it to the center of the maintenance hatch. The Archivist, focused on his work, didn’t notice.

They fled back through the rusting corridors, a nightmare swarm of metal and purpose. Behind them, the Archivist’s substation crumbled into silence. Kael withdrew his consciousness from the pack, the familiar weight of his own body returning like a lead blanket. He sat up, gasping, sweat cold on his face. targeting pack

“Target down. Package secured,” Kael reported, his voice trembling only slightly. “Pack, form on Cicada. Bug out.” The pack responded