Winter remained outside, her figure still and focused, despite the chaos that had already come and gone.
Five minutes had passed since Medusa, Pantheress, and Egor had made their escape, but she wasn't one to assume a battle was over just because the main players had left. The network was still down, leaving a lingering vulnerability. Until it was back online, she wasn't moving.
Her drone eye tracked the vehicle carrying the fleeing enemies, its interface feeding her real-time telemetry. Their speed, direction, projected route—everything was being recorded.
If necessary, she could monitor them from anywhere, but proximity still had its advantages. More attacks were possible, however unlikely, and logic dictated that staying in position ensured a faster response.
Then, without warning, her HUD flickered. A brief delay, a static distortion, then—ping—the network was restored.
