High-voltage electricity hummed through the subterranean transit tunnel as the armored maglev train sliced through the dark subterranean tube at one hundred and fifty miles per hour.
Perched atop a rusted maintenance catwalk two hundred feet above the magnetic rails, Nox crouched in silence, his void eyes tracking the glowing thermal signature of the incoming locomotive.
The rush of compressed air howled through the tunnel shaft, whipping his black trench coat against his reinforced leather greaves.
"Target train approaching Junction Seventeen in ten seconds, Sovereign," Diana's calm psychic voice resonated directly into his mind.
"I see their lead headlights cutting through the tunnel gloom," Nox transmitted back, his fingers resting loosely upon the hilt of his void-diamond katana.
"Remember that the locomotive is equipped with automated defensive plasma turrets," Vasa reminded him over the secure communications link.
