Move, Kade commands through the bond.
We sprint toward the facility, the snow crunching beneath our boots. We reach the outer perimeter, a massive, reinforced steel blast door set into the side of the mountain.
Lyra is already there, placing a shaped thermal charge on the locking mechanism. She steps back, signaling us to cover our ears.
The explosion is muffled by the blizzard, a sharp crump that vibrates in my teeth. The heavy steel door buckles, the locking mechanism melting into slag.
Breach! Lyra shouts.
We move inside, the heavy assault rifles raised. The corridor is dimly lit, the air smelling of ozone and crushed ice. The thermal-regulation suits are working, but the cold is already seeping in, a slow, creeping numbness that starts in the fingertips and works its way toward th
