Elara didn't look up, but her voice was cold. "We're on the side that pays, Kaelen. Now shoot, or the next update won't include you." The Aftermath

"Stay sharp," whispered Elara, the squad's tech specialist. "The locals don't like the 'Peace' we're bringing. They’ve been scavenging the old v.4 tech, and it’s made them twitchy."

The air in the barracks smelled of ozone and cheap synth-coffee. His commanding officer, a woman with a prosthetic eye that ticked like a clock, threw a data-pad at his chest. "Update 2 just rolled out," she barked. "New protocols, new enemies, and the same old death trap. Welcome to the Peacekeepers." Into the Fringe