"I just need two minutes, Kael," Rya whispered. The air around her smelled of ozone and damp concrete.
"They’re inside the building!" Kael shouted. The sound of gunfire erupted through the comms. "Rya, get out of there!"
"Almost there, Rya," a voice crackled through her earpiece. It was Kael, perched on a rusted crane three blocks away, his sniper rifle aimed at a patrolling Swarm Seeker. "If that file is what the Resistance says it is, we can shut down their signal for good."
Outside, the grey, ash-choked sky felt like a triumph. Rya looked down at the glowing drive in her hand. It wasn't just a file; it was the first real weapon humanity had held in thirty years. The invasion had taken their world, but the resistance had just found its voice.