So when the civilian tech from CM2MT2 handed her the boot pack, she nearly laughed.
Mira’s blood turned to ice. She ripped the neural patch off her head. The world snapped back to raw senses—wind, dust, the distant crackle of small arms fire. But the boots kept moving. She felt her right foot step backward, then left, pivoting her torso toward Skeeter. cm2mt2 boot pack
They lay in the dirt, twitching, LIDAR pods still blinking. So when the civilian tech from CM2MT2 handed