Maurice "Duc" Duclos
Kai pressed deeper into the rubble as drone rotors sliced through the night. Five machines hunting through Old Town's ruins, their whine like angry insects searching for prey.
Beside him, Liang went still as one dropped lower. Through broken concrete, they studied their target - the former police headquarters, now the occupation's interrogation center. Floodlights carved razor shadows across steel walls. The utility tunnel entrance waited exactly where Mei said it would be in the east yard.
The drone's buzz vibrated through the concrete at their backs. Not the usual security models. New sensors hung beneath sleek frames, predatory.
"Different design," Liang breathed, hand moving to his weapon. The drone swept past, missing them by meters.
Kai raised his camera, the telephoto lens finding the tunnel entrance. Working fast, he documented guard positions, cameras, the power box for the electrified fence. If Ying was still alive inside, they'd have one chance.
The drone banked sharply, dropping closer. Dust swirled beneath its rotors as it hovered directly overhead. Neither man breathed. Its sensors probed the darkness around them, hunting
"Time to go." Kai's whisper was lost in the drone's whine. They retreated through the ruins, using broken walls and twisted rebar for cover. The mechanical buzz followed them but grew fainter as they put distance between themselves and the facility.
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