Tracking the White Ninja

Finding Zane required a coordinated sweep. I rallied Kai, and together we navigated past the base of the entertainment console, stepping over thick coiled power cables into the dim clearance beneath. I scanned the floorboard ridge until a gleam of stark white plastic caught the ambient room glow. Zane was wedged between a wooden power strip casing and the baseboard, face-down with his shurikens intact. I wedged my boot against the skirting board, grasped his torso alongside Kai, and leveraged him clear into the open. We dusted off his robotic chestplate and snapped him upright alongside us. The team grows stronger.