Gale stood at the edge of the balcony, the neon city sprawling beneath her as the stars flickered above. In her earpiece, encrypted chatter whispered, detailing the black market deal happening inside the building. She was the shadow—unseen, unknown—sent to monitor the exchange. Her fingers twitched over the plasma pistol holstered at her hip. Inside the diner, two agents argued over stolen biotech, unaware that Gale had already marked them. One wrong move, and she would pull the trigger…