Grace was in yet another shootout. The IMF had ordered a mission to recover some chips from a couple of men in league with the former AI "Entity." And things had gone horribly south.

"Take cover!" She yelled to her remaining mission partners, who were being picked off one by one. How were the men even predicting this shit with so much accuracy? Their positions and moves seemed mathematically calculated and every probability of an outcome decided in advanced. Almost like the enemy had foresight.