WHIRRR—
The air vibrated with a sound like dragonfly wings.
A silvery, shuttle-shaped aircraft descended silently from the night sky, like a peregrine falcon.
The hatch of the futuristic and technologically advanced aircraft opened.
A small team quickly disembarked.
Leading them was a young woman with short hair, a tapered face, and exquisite features, exuding an air of sharp competence.
She wore a fitted black combat suit that accentuated her nearly perfect physique.
Emblazoned on her ample left breast was the emblem of a white bear, glowing faintly.
"Clear the area. Rescue any survivors," the short-haired woman issued the command icily.
Behind her, a group of equally black-clad, armed, and capable-looking men immediately dispersed, moving with practiced, military precision.
The young woman, however, remained in place. A beam of blue light projected from her left eye, sweeping across the entire area as she turned her head.
