The surveillance team sat in a cramped, dimly lit room, their eyes glued to the multiple screens displaying live footage from the warehouse. For hours, they'd been monitoring Luis's movements—or lack thereof. The tension was palpable, but the monotony of inactivity had begun to dull their focus.
"Anything yet?" one of the techs asked, leaning back in his chair.
"Nope," replied the other, stifling a yawn. "Luis is still sitting there like a ghost. You'd think he'd at least try to make a run for it."
The first tech smirked, glancing at his phone. "Maybe he knows it's over. Gad said this guy's reckless, but even he's gotta realize he's out of options."
Distracted by their conversation, neither of them noticed the flicker of movement on one of the side screens. A shadow slipped through the dimly lit perimeter of the warehouse, heading toward the south entrance.
