 crossing. Each week, between ten and twenty factory cyberts traveled through this intersection to the Cyber factory that specialized in re-fitting cyberts with improved sensors, intelligence pods, armor and weapons.

Eyeing the rugged asphalt, Carlos was satisfied its hidden craters were wide, deep and random enough to restrict passage and slow down the cybert formation. He'd have to commend the pothole team. Across the street, Lieutenant Greg Jackson motioned to Carlos that his five-member group was in position.

Carlos signaled to Sergeant Kieran O'Shea who was crouching closest to him.

She nodded and reached behind her to signal the Runners.

Two Shadows removed their Stealth garments, revealing darkly painted bodies and faces, and positioned themselves a little closer to Carlos. Their decorated bodies were for show—war paint—and their natural body heat was the means intended to distract the lead cybert for that crucial fraction of a second they would need to accomplish the mission.

One of the Runners, a boy about twenty, flashed perfect white teeth as he grinned widely at Carlos and winked. He had a strong, fit body with well-defined muscle tone and a naturally bronzed complexion from being out of the shadows too often. Carlos' Stealth-disguised shadowy form wavered a bit since he couldn't help shaking his head and smiling proudly at his younger brother.

From his ready position, Ramón looked up at Carlos with hero-worshiping eyes that said he promised not to disappoint his big brother.

Carlos rested his hand on his brother's shoulder for a moment to communicate words he couldn't say aloud. Ramón understood.

The determined Shadow warriors purposely lost some of their humanity as their faces took on an eerie, diabolical presence while they flowed a few yards back into the comforting real shadows until they disappeared. Jackson, across the street from his commander, moved his hand, just a slight flicker of his shadowed self, to signal Carlos, who in turn, nodded to the Runners. It was time.

The two Shadow Runners appeared from the alley and darted in front of the formation, distracting the cybert leader for the tiniest fraction of a second. Time enough, though, for it to communicate a freeze order to the ranks of lesser cyberts.

The Blue Leader's head spun 360 degrees, probing the perimeter with its
crossing. Each week, between ten and twenty factory cyberts traveled through this intersection to the Cyber factory that specialize in re - fitting cyberts with better sensors, intelligence pods, armor and weapon. 

 Eyeing the rugged asphalt, Carlos was quenched its hidden craters were wide, bass and random enough to restrict passage and decelerate down the cybert formation. He'd have to commend the pothole team. Across the street, Lieutenant Greg Jackson motioned to Carlos that his five - member group was in stead. 

 Carlos signaled to Sergeant Kieran O'Shea who was crouching closest to him. 

 She nodded and reached behind her to sign the Runners. 

 Two Shadows removed their Stealth garments, revealing darkly paint bodies and faces, and positioned themselves a little close to Carlos. Their decorated bodies were for show — war paint — and their natural soundbox heat was the means intended to distract the lead cybert for that crucial fraction of a second they would need to accomplish the mission. 

 One of the Runners, a boy about twenty, flashed perfect white teeth as he grinned widely at Carlos and wink. He had a strong, fit soundbox with well - defined muscle tone and a naturally bronzed complexion from being out of the shadow too often. Carlos' Stealth - disguised shadowy mannequin wavered a bit since he couldn't help shaking his head and smiling proudly at his youthful brother. 

 From his ready position, Ramón looked up at Carlos with hero - worshiping eye that said he promised not to disappoint his big brother. 

 Carlos rested his bridge player on his brother's shoulder for a moment to communicate son he couldn't say aloud. Ramón understood. 

 The determined Shadow warriors intentionally lost some of their humanity as their faces took on an eerie, diabolical bearing while they flowed a few yards back into the comforting real shadows until they disappear. Jackson, across the street from his commander, act his hand, just a slight flicker of his shadowed self, to bespeak Carlos, who in turn, nodded to the Runners. It was time. 

 The two Shadow Runners appeared from the alley and darted in front of the formation, distracting the cybert drawing card for the tiniest fraction of a second. clock time enough, though, for it to communicate a freeze order to the ranks of lesser cyberts. 

 The Blue Leader's head spun 360 degrees, probe the perimeter with its
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 crossing. Each week, between teN and twenty FactoRy cYbeRtS traVeleD through this inTErseCtion to the Cyber factory That sPeCIaliZEd In re-fItting cYBeRTS wiTh ImProVeD SeNsors, IntElligenCe pods, armoR anD wEapons.

Eyeing THe Rugged asphAlt, carlos was satIsfIed its HiDdeN CrateRs wEre wiDe, deep ANd randOm enough tO rEStrict PAssage aND SlOw doWn the cybert formatIOn. hE'd have to commenD the poThOLe TEAm. ACroSs the streeT, LIeuteNAnt Greg jAcKSON moTIoned to Carlos That his five-MEmbEr grouP wAs iN PositiOn.

CarLoS SigNaled to SergEant kieran O'ShEa who wAS crouchINg closeSt to hiM.

ShE noDded ANd ReAchEd BEhiND hEr tO SigNal the RuNnErS.

Two SHadoWS REMoveD thEir STealtH garments, reveAliNg daRKly PaintEd bodIes aNd Faces, And posItionEd Themselves a littLe clOser to CarLos. thEir DeCoratED bodieS weRe fOr show—wAr paint—ANd tHeIR NAtUral body heat was the MeANS iNtended tO distrACt ThE Lead cybeRt For That CRUcial FracTIoN of a secoNd they WOuLd Need to aCcOmplisH tHe mIssIon.

OnE Of thE RunneRs, a boy abOut twENty, flashed perfECt white teeth aS He GRInNEd wiDelY at Carlos anD winKEd. He Had a STrOng, FIt bodY with WeLL-dEFined muscle tone and a NaTurallY bronZed complexion From being oUT OF the shadOws tOO oFTen. Carlos' StealTh-disGuised shadOWy form waVered A bit sincE he couldn'T HElp shakiNg hIs hEad And SMIlIng proudly at hIS YounGeR brotheR.

FrOm his reAdy PosItiOn, RAmÓn looked uP at CarloS wItH hErO-woRshipINg eyes thAt SaiD hE prOmiseD Not to dIsappOint HiS bIG brOther.

CaRLoS REsteD hIs Hand On hIs BrothEr's sHOulDer for a Moment to cOmmUNicaTe WoRds he coUldn't say aloud. raMón understOoD.

ThE deterMINed ShadoW warriors purposely lost sOMe of theIr hUmaniTy as Their faceS toOk on an EerIE, diaboLical pResenCe WhiLE They fLOWeD a fEw Yards back iNTO thE comfOrTing Real shaDows until they disapPEarEd. Jackson, acroSs tHe stREEt FroM HiS ComMaNDer, MOVed his hand, just a Slight flicKeR Of His shadoweD SelF, tO signal carlos, wHo in tURn, noddeD to the RunNers. It was TiMe.

ThE TWo SHadow RunneRs appearEd from the ALley aND dArted In fRont of ThE foRmatiOn, distRActIng thE cyberT lEader fOr the TiNiest fraCtion of a second. Time enougH, thougH, for iT to CommunicaTe a FReeZe order to The rAnks of lessEr cYbeRts.

ThE BlUE LeadEr's hEAd SpuN 360 DegreEs, prOBing the peRImEteR WItH its
 crossing. Each week, betw een ten an d twe nty  fa ct orycybe rts traveled t h roug h this intersection to  theCy b er f a ct ory t hat spe c ia l i zed  i nre- fi t ti ng cy ber ts with  improvedsen so rs, intellig e nc e pods, ar mor  and weapons .
Eyeing  t her ugged  as phalt , Carl o s wassatisfied  i t s hidd e n crate r s  w erewide, deep and ra n do m  enough to res trictpa s sa g e  an d s low down t he  cybe r t forma t io n . He' d  have to comm end the pot h ole  team.  A cro s s thestree t, Lie utenant Gre g Ja ckson mot ionedt o Carlo s  that h is fiv e-m emb er g r ou pwas  i n  po s it ion . 

C arlos si gn al ed to  Ser g e a n t Ki era n O' Sheawho was crouc hin g cl o ses t tohim.
She  n odded  and r eache dbehind her to s igna l the Run ner s. 

T wo  Shad o ws rem ove d t heir St ealth g a rme nt s , re vealing darkly pai nt e d  b odies an d face s ,an d  positio ne d t hems e l ves a  lit t le  closerto Car l os .Their d ec orated  b odi esweref or s how—wa r paint— and t h eir natural bo d y heat was th e  m e a ns inte nde d to distra ct t h e le ad c y be rtf or th at cr uc i al fraction of a secon dthey w ouldneed to accom plish them i s sion.

O ne o f  t h e Runners, a b oy ab out twenty ,  flashed  perf ect whit e teeth a s he grinn edwid ely  at C ar los and winke d .  Heha d a str ong , fit b ody  wi thwel l- defined m uscle to ne  a nd  a  na tural l y bronze dcom pl exi on fr o m bein g out  ofth es had ows too of t e n. C ar lo s' S tea lt h-dis guis e d s hadowyform wave red a bi tsi nce hecouldn't help  s haking his  h ead  and s m i ling pro udly at his younger bro t her.

F rom  hisread y positio n,Ramónloo k ed upat Car los w it h h e r o-wor s h ip ing  e yes that s a i d h e pro mi sednot todisappoint his big bro ther.

Carlos  re sted h is  ha n do n h is bro t h er's shoulder f or a momen tt ocommunicat e  wo rd s he co uldn'tsay a l oud. Ra món under stood.

T he  det e r min ed Shadowwarriors  purposel y  lost so me of  th eir hu ma nit y astheirf ace s too k on a neerie,  diab ol ical pre sence while they flowed  a few  yard s b ack intothe com forting r ealshadows un til  th ey di sap p eared . Ja c ks on, acros s th e  street f r om  hi s co mmander, mo v e d  hi s han d,j ust aslig ht flicker of his shadowed self,  tos i gna l C a rlos ,who in turn, n odd ed t o the Ru nn ers. It was  time.
Th e  twoShadow  Runne rs appe a r ed from t he a lle y and dar ted  i n  frontof  t h e form atio n,  distr acting thec y bert leader forthe t i n iestf rac tionof  a seco n d. T ime enough , though, f or itto c ommun icate a  f reezeord er  to the ra n ks of les ser c yberts. 
TheBlu e Lead er's h ead s pun36 0 d egrees, p r o bi n gth e  pe rime ter w it h it s
 crossing._Each week,_between ten and twenty_factory cyberts_traveled_through this_intersection_to the Cyber_factory that specialized_in re-fitting cyberts with_improved sensors, intelligence_pods,_armor and weapons.

Eyeing the rugged asphalt, Carlos was satisfied its hidden craters were wide,_deep_and random_enough_to_restrict passage and slow down_the cybert formation. He'd have_to commend_the pothole team. Across the street, Lieutenant Greg_Jackson_motioned to Carlos_that his five-member group was in position.

Carlos signaled to_Sergeant Kieran O'Shea who was crouching_closest to him.

She_nodded_and_reached behind her to_signal the Runners.

Two Shadows removed their_Stealth garments, revealing darkly painted bodies_and faces, and positioned themselves a little_closer to Carlos. Their decorated bodies_were for show—war paint—and their_natural body_heat was the means intended_to distract the_lead cybert_for that crucial_fraction of a second they would_need to accomplish_the mission.

One of the Runners, a_boy_about twenty, flashed_perfect_white_teeth as_he grinned widely_at_Carlos and_winked._He had a strong, fit body_with_well-defined muscle tone and a naturally bronzed_complexion from being out_of_the shadows too often._Carlos' Stealth-disguised shadowy form wavered_a bit since he couldn't help_shaking his_head and_smiling proudly at his younger brother.

From his ready position, Ramón looked_up at Carlos with hero-worshiping eyes_that said he promised_not to_disappoint_his big brother.

Carlos_rested_his hand_on his brother's shoulder for a moment_to communicate_words he couldn't say aloud. Ramón_understood.

The determined Shadow warriors_purposely_lost some of their humanity as_their faces took on an eerie,_diabolical presence while they flowed_a_few_yards back into the comforting_real shadows until they disappeared. Jackson,_across the street_from his commander, moved his hand, just_a_slight flicker of his shadowed self,_to_signal Carlos, who in turn, nodded_to_the_Runners. It was time.

The two_Shadow Runners appeared from the alley_and darted in front of the formation, distracting the_cybert leader for_the tiniest fraction of a_second._Time_enough, though, for it to communicate a freeze order to_the ranks_of lesser cyberts.

The_Blue Leader's head spun 360 degrees, probing the perimeter with_its