Veronica nodded. "Begin deployment pattern Sigma-Seven. I want containment barriers up before that thing opens."
On the display, Hunters in Olympus Rising's distinctive gold and white gear spread out across the street. They moved with the coordination of people who'd trained together for years, each member knowing exactly where to be and what to do.
Heavy equipment rolled in behind them. Portable barrier generators. Medical stations. Communication arrays. An entire infrastructure designed to be deployed in minutes.
"This is impressive," I murmured.
"This is standard." Reyna's voice was quiet, pitched for my ears only. "Olympus Rising handles an average of four B-Rank Gates per month. We have the process down to a science."
"How many casualties?"
"In the past year? Three Hunters injured, none fatally. Zero civilian deaths." Pride colored her words. "Veronica doesn't accept losses."
