Wen Lin left the laboratory tent, feeling the weight of the flash drive in his pocket like a stone. The sun had dipped lower in the sky, casting the camp in an orange glow that softened the harsh lines of the world he found himself trapped in. But there was no time for beauty or reflection; his every move was under scrutiny.
Omar's lingering stare was proof of that.
He made his way toward the guards' quarters, where he was expected to debrief the camp's security team. It was a routine part of his cover—a chance to establish himself as a leader in the camp's hierarchy without drawing suspicion. But Wen Lin had no interest in playing the role of a loyal soldier. He had plans of his own.
"Commander," a deep voice greeted him as he entered the makeshift barracks. A burly man with a patch over one eye stepped forward, saluting him with practiced precision. "The men are ready for inspection."
"Carry on," Wen Lin said, nodding.
