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"Stay in the back, Stick," Kaelen grunted as they crossed the perimeter. "Just try not to trip over your own feet."

Leo looked at the overhead schematics he had memorized. He didn't see walls; he saw a circuit. "Kaelen, give me your override spike and two flash-bangs. Now." "What are you going to do, throw your lunch at them?" "Stay in the back, Stick," Kaelen grunted as

"I’m going to vent the coolant lines," Leo said, his voice surprisingly steady. "The drones track heat signatures. If I flood the floor with liquid nitrogen, they’ll go blind. Then we move." "Kaelen, give me your override spike and two flash-bangs

Leo sat. He was still thin, and his bones still ached, but for the first time, the uniform didn't feel quite so heavy. He had learned the academy’s greatest lesson: in a world of giants, it’s the one who knows where to strike that truly stands tall. If I flood the floor with liquid nitrogen,

"We're going to get wiped," one cadet hissed, shielding his face from sparks.