The Cradle – Level Four
Vex ran.
Her boots pounded against the cold metal flooring of the Cradle's lowest level, each step echoing through the narrow corridor like a heartbeat. Emergency lights bathed the walls in crimson, the same crimson as Eclipse's crest, the same crimson as the blood that stained her hands.
Behind her, two Greenday fighters struggled to keep up. The rest had fallen in the upper levels, cut down by traps or Reapers or simply left behind when they couldn't match Vex's pace.
She didn't slow.
"Commander!" one of the fighters gasped. "The Ghost said to wait—"
"The Ghost isn't here." Vex didn't look back. "And my daughter is."
She rounded a corner and found the door.
Cell seven.
The reinforced steel was dented, scratched, marked with warning symbols she didn't recognize. A keypad glowed red beside it, demanding a code she didn't have.
Vex didn't hesitate.
