(Planet Koral, Zone Twelve Military Base, Supply Storage Warehouse)
*Drop*
Brandon landed soundlessly inside the dim warehouse, slipping through a narrow ventilation hole in the terrace plating.
As a transcendent-level warrior and one of the Cult's finest infiltration specialists, Brandon was among the few operatives lucky enough to have been extracted from righteous faction territory before the purge of undercover agents had begun.
But today, he was back on righteous soil, deep behind enemy lines, to carry out a mission that could very well be the most important operation of his life.
"I can't screw this up," he muttered under his breath, eyes darting across the storage crates stacked three rows deep. "Not today."
He moved to the center aisle, where the weekly shipment of shield core crystals had just been delivered.
The patrol guards inside the warehouse weren't looking, and there were no surveillance cameras in this particular section of the storage wing.
