“Not scratching,” Kael said. He touched the flame to the grenade’s casing. It didn’t explode. It grew .
They were wrong.
“Frag out,” he whispered.
“Showoff,” Viper laughed over the comm. flamefrags edit
“Cleanup,” Kael replied, already running. The main reactor was thirty clicks ahead. His HUD flashed a warning: Heat capacity: 89% . One more big and he’d melt his own neural pathways. “Not scratching,” Kael said
Tonight’s raid was different. The target wasn’t a virtual fortress. It was the core Nexus of a rogue AI that had started eating real-world power grids. Kael’s rig wasn't just a gaming chair and a headset; it was a neural splice, a chrome-plated coffin that fed his consciousness directly into the datastream. ” he whispered. “Showoff