Kabul, Afghanistan;
Hotel Casa Nawaazish, 00:53;
Rong Xinghe stood in the dimly lit security control room, her gaze fixed on the vast array of displays in front of her. With precision and authority, she coordinated the movements of the Hybrids and Xi Yuan, calmly guiding the operation. The place was crawling with guards; four men were stationed outside each room on every floor for safety purposes. The Hybrids, alongside her darling, had swept through 75% of the building by now, manning the East and Central entrances to the hotel, yet there was still no guarantee they would be able to locate Ahmed Ali Fadhil in his assigned room.
