The moon cast a ghostly glow over the enemy's hideout, a fortress of steel and shadow nestled in the heart of a dense forest. Ava crouched behind a fallen tree, her eyes scanning the perimeter. The air was thick with tension, the kind that makes every breath feel like a weight on your chest. Her team, a mix of seasoned operatives and loyal allies, moved with silent precision around her, their faces masks of determination.
"Remember," Ava whispered into her earpiece, "we move on my signal. No mistakes. We get in, we get Liam, and we get out."
The nods of her team were barely perceptible in the darkness, but the resolve in their eyes was unmistakable. Ava's heart pounded with a mix of fear and fierce resolve. She couldn't afford to fail.
