"We are going to hijack their raid," Zen corrected, rolling his shoulders. "Watch and learn, Maya. This is how the Ghost goes to work."
With that, he stepped off the ledge.
The fifty-foot drop meant nothing to him. He dived into the center of the ruined industrial plaza, landing directly between the retreating Synapse strike team and the giant Titan-Arachnid. His boots hit the reinforced concrete with a loud crash, instantly cracking the ground into a massive spider-web of cracks.
The sudden shockwave knocked two of the corporate mercenaries off their feet.
"Who the hell is that?" one of the mercs yelled, scrambling backward and aiming his plasma rifle at the new arrival.
"Look at the mask! It's the Ghost Scrapper!" the squad's heavy gunner shouted in disbelief.
