Pack __full__ - Targeting

Kael settled into his immersion rig, a clamshell of cold metal and warm gel, and let his consciousness bleed into the pack. He didn't pilot them individually; that was too slow. He became the pack. He felt Peaseblossom’s keen vision as his own, Hornet’s listening array as a constant, low thrum of data, and Scarab’s heavy, brutal mass as a promise held in reserve.

“Pack, form on Wasp. Arrowhead. Low emissions.” Hornet-7, a flattened disc, peeled off to circle above, painting a bubble of electronic silence around them. Cicada-9, a bloated hexapod, scuttled along the floor, its cargo bay holding a spare power cell and a single, compact-shaped charge. Firefly-3, a stubby cylinder, clung to the ceiling like a metal limpet, its demo-tipped limbs ready to breach any door. Scarab-2 brought up the rear, a brutalist cube of armor and a 20mm cannon that could punch through a bank vault. targeting pack

“Contact. Human, singular. Sublevel 3, section Bravo-6. Bio-signature 82% match.” Kael’s heart, the real one in his chest, beat a slow, deliberate rhythm. He zoomed in. The figure wore a heavy coat, a respirator mask, and a hood. One hand tapped a keyboard. The other held a small, metallic case – the schematics. Kael settled into his immersion rig, a clamshell