Ryan stared down through the metal grate, his mind racing. The three Chrono-Golems stood like statues, silent and deadly. He knew from his "Lore Scanner" that a direct fight would be a disaster.
These weren't the dumb, lumbering robots the Iron Wolves were smashing. These were special. They could mess with time itself. Rushing in would be like trying to punch a ghost; you'd swing, and they'd already be behind you, hitting you yesterday.
"Okay team, new plan," Ryan whispered, his voice barely a breath in the tight, dusty vent. "We can't fight them head-on. We need to be clever. Chris, you're our big, loud distraction. Emma, I need you to find me a power conduit. Jennifer, Scarlett, you're with me. We're going to pull a fast one."
Everyone nodded, their faces serious. This was what they were good at.
