The sound of war filled every hallway. Explosions shook the walls. Gunfire echoed through the corridors. The secure facility, the one place they thought was untouchable was now breaking apart under the brutal assault of the Obsidian Hand.

At the main entrance, the blast doors groaned with each hit. They were holding, but just barely. Inside, Jason and Leah moved as if they were one. Their bodies shifted and turned together in a fluid rhythm, each step a silent message, each shot perfectly timed. They didn’t speak, they didn’t need to. Their bond had become their greatest weapon.

“They’re inside!” Fuse’s voice came over the comms, full of frustration and...