By the time the group gathered at the front exit of the station, night had fallen like a curtain across the sky—sharp, fast, and final. Streetlamps flickered overhead, casting broken lines of orange light along the cracked pavement as two squads assembled.
Ryu stood at the front, arms crossed, head tilted as he scanned the people behind him. Jin's team stood opposite, mostly unarmed but not unprepared—at least not in the way that mattered.
"You're really heading out like that?" Ryu asked, nodding toward the mostly unarmored group. "No tactical gear? No reinforced suits?"
Jin shook his head. "We move better this way."
Ryu arched a brow. "What, you're too cool for body armor now?"
Joon grinned, leaning lazily on his floating disc. "Nah. We just don't like getting slowed down by things we don't need."
"Plus," Echo added, adjusting one of his sonic disks at his hip, "have you seen my fashion sense? I'm not covering this up with your department-issued black."
