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"Focus, Prophet," Psycho’s voice crackled through the comms. "You’ve got the first part. If you don't secure that second archive, the Alpha Ceph is going to wake up before we can even find its front door."

The terminal was guarded by a squad of CELL soldiers—mercenaries who thought they owned the apocalypse. They were looking for a ghost.

Prophet let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He snapped the Stalker’s neck, turned his bow toward the remaining CELL soldiers, and felt the suit ripple. The ghost was no longer hiding.