The sirens howling across Port Kalen blended into a singular, deafening scream.
Red emergency beacons flashed along the parapets of Berth Nine, painting the mist in crimson. From the northern airspace above the city, the low-frequency hum of turbine engines vibrated through the ground. Three armored corporate gunships cut through the low-hanging smog, their dual searchlights sweeping the docks in white arcs.
"Move!" Hide barked, his voice cutting through the wailing klaxons.
They abandoned the dockworkers' cover. There was no point in pretending to be deckhands anymore.
