The first rays of morning light glistened off the wings of the black giant that had come to rest at the edge of the port as Nick approached. He could just make out the REACT seal on the converted cargo jet’s tail against the glare of the rising sun.

Rapid Enforcement, Advanced Cyber Technologies. So it is Agency then, Nick thought, perfect! Now what?

In the distance, agents were busily offloading equipment from the jet’s open tail and nose. He walked past others prepping hardware already on the ground, all seemingly oblivious to his arrival.

Finally, he spotted his target ahead. Major Morris stood at the back door of an open REACT Striker, motionless, apparently staring out into space.

Two things instantly struck Nick about him: One, this man was big, really big, freak’n massive. Two, his body was fully cybernetic and heavily armored. A quick glance revealed most of the agents were similarly augmented.

“Detective Marshal,” the Major said suddenly dropping from SpinStream, “Glad you could make it.”