The room was dim, lit only by the glow of a holographic map in the centre.
Around it, the chosen few—a handpicked team of the sanctuary's best.
Their faces were resolute, aware of the weight this night carried.
I surveyed each one, their features set in determined lines, their eyes reflecting a readiness for what was to come.
"Tonight, we hit them hard," I began, my voice low, steady.
"This isn't just about defence—it's about sending a message. We disrupt their operations, create chaos, and buy ourselves crucial time to fortify. Remember, your actions tonight could save countless lives back home."
I pointed to the map, where the enemy camp was marked with red.
"We've got their layout, patrol timings, guard shifts—all from our last recon. We'll enter from the northwest, less guarded, more shadow for cover. We're ghosts tonight, in and out before they know what hit them."
