Los Muertos

The armored transport punches through the reinforced gate in a shower of sparks and bent steel. Red alarms wash the bay, smoke curling low across the floor as Yakuza fire snaps through it.

Ocram hangs half out of the driver’s side, grease-stained hair flying, one hand locked on the wheel while the truck skids sideways into cover.

Taled drives into the nearest Yakuza line, buying a lane to the truck as soldiers scatter and raise their weapons again.

A neutral figure in prison gray, The Wounded Technician, stumbles out from behind a pillar, stunned by the impact and staring at the open transport like it might be salvation or another disaster.

Kay leaves Underground prison extraction bay, Los Muertos behind and arrives at The exit.

Inside the bay, the truck lurches hard, metal screaming over concrete. Kay hits the cargo edge and catches it, boots skidding as the transport keeps surging forward.

Taled hauls himself up beside him, breath ragged, then clamps a hand on the frame as the armored vehicle slams through drifting smoke.

Ocram floors it. The transport crushes the wounded caretaker under its front weight and tears free toward the exit.

The blast doors ahead start grinding shut, but the truck’s momentum carries it under the narrowing gap with sparks flashing off the roof.

A burst of Yakuza fire rattles the rear armor, then drops off behind them as the transport punches into the corridor beyond the bay.