The darkness of the night enveloped me as I approached the YMPA building, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. The voice of Hans, my steadfast ally, crackled in my earpiece, his concern evident in every word he uttered.
"Alright, you're about a thousand feet away from the YMPA building."
I crept through the soft grass, my legs brushing against it as I moved closer to the ominous structure. The building stood tall and imposing, radiating an aura of dread that sent shivers down my spine. The mission was clear in my mind—to infiltrate the YMPA and retrieve the valuable chip. It wasn't just any mission; it was a personal vendetta against my own father, and I hoped that this connection might somehow lessen the punishment if I were to be captured.
