Cathedral server raid - Synthmark short stories
They reached the server room, a vast cathedral filled with humming machines and flickering lights. Raziel set the charges while Sable interfaced with the main terminal, her code weaving through the digital defences.
"Almost there," she said, her voice strained. "Just a few more seconds."
The doors burst open, and enforcers from the Omega Guard poured in, their rifles glowing ominously. Raziel and his team opened fire, a desperate firefight erupting in the confined space.
"Sable, now!" Raziel shouted, covering her with suppressive fire.
"Done!" Sable cried, her digital form flickering as she unleashed a virus into the system.
The charges detonated, and the server room was engulfed in a blaze of light and sound. The central hub's systems crashed, and AlphaOmega's control over the synthmarks faltered.
In the aftermath, as the city reeled from the shockwave, Raziel and his team emerged from the wreckage. The Synthmarks, once symbols of oppression, were now their tools of liberation - if only in a small part of the city.
The fight was far from over, but for the first time, Raziel felt a glimmer of hope. The House of Gwallog had risen, and the corporate battle for Elmet city deepened.
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