Caldera stood motionless. All she could do was blink as her brain tried to process that Akira Ito was right in front of her, leading a Sutoraiku assault team. Rescuing her from certain torture and death at the hands of Tristen and his lieutenants. Caldera couldn't think straight, couldn't even hear Ito as he urgently said that they had to get moving. That Tristen had more soldiers in the building and they had to disappear. The only thing she could think about was the last time she had seen Ito, on the day he had died.
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Caldera stood motionless. All she could do was blink as her brain tried to process that Akira Ito was right in front of her, leading a Sutoraiku assault team. Rescuing her from certain torture and death at the hands of Tristen and his lieutenants. Caldera couldn't think straight, couldn't even hear Ito as he urgently said that they had to get moving. That Tristen had more soldiers in the building and they had to disappear. The only thing she could think about was the last time she had seen Ito, on the day he had died.