Miles takes overwatch.
Russ signals silently.
Three.
Two.
One.
The charge detonates with a muffled thud.
Concrete cracks inward.
We move immediately.
Fast.
Precise.
Violent.
I clear left.
First guard dies before he can even raise his weapon.
Second turns too slowly.
Suppressed shots echo softly through the courtyard.
Body drops.
“Clear,” Lucas whispers.
We push deeper into the compound.
Everything happens fast after that.
Doorways.
Hallways.
Corners.
A guard rounds the corridor ahead—
I grab him before he can shout, slam him into the wall hard enough to crack concrete, then drive the knife under his ribs.
Hot blood spills across my glove.
He drops instantly.
We keep moving.
Room after room.
Empty.
Storage.
