"Isn't that Commander Ronan from the 6th Assault Unit?" One of the operatives asked, surprise in his voice. He had clearly recognized the crippled STF member. "He's not dead?"
"Target visual confirmed. Secure the perimeter. Isolate and protect the survivors. Move." Kara gave the order without hesitation. The team dismounted cautiously, weapons raised, eyes sweeping the darkness for any sign of a trap or ambush.
She approached the group with steady steps, rifle trained low but ready.
"Officer, identify and report," she said, sticking to protocol despite a faint sense of recognition.
Nevis stood holding the Boy's hand, staring in disbelief as STF soldiers closed in around them.
Then, from within the group, a battered man stepped forward. Missing an arm and a leg, he leaned on another captive for support. Despite his condition, he drew himself upright and gave a formal salute with his remaining hand, addressed to someone of lower rank.
