Before Alexa, five AMS operatives stood in full gear, watching her with quiet anticipation. They were handpicked for their versatility - two Class 3s, two Class 4s, and one support-type Class 2. Experienced, but not overqualified. This was Lexa's team.
She activated the mission screen on her wrist device. A holo-map of Red Zone B1 flickered to life, showing the ruined remains of All Days High School.
"We've got a situation," she began. "A man was spotted breaching Red Zone B1 at Agro Province. No ID. No registry. And he moved through the perimeter without triggering alarms. Possibly UMS."
A Class 3 Operative, Dax, stepped forward. "Are we ordered to capture him?"
"Secondary objective," Lexa replied without pause. "Our priority is the safety of any survivors inside the zone."
A younger Class 4 specialist, Mira, hesitated. "What if it's a trap? What if this guy's dangerous?"
"We still get civilians out first," Lexa said firmly. "We protect the people. That's always first."
