Ava crouched behind a stack of rusted metal crates, her breath barely audible over the hum of machinery. The industrial complex was a labyrinth of towering structures, pipes, and flickering lights. She glanced at Liam, who signaled with a nod. They had to move quickly, their mission clear: infiltrate, gather information, and sabotage the operation.
Ava and Liam slipped through the shadows, their movements synchronized and silent. The air was thick with the smell of oil and metal, the clanging of distant machinery echoing through the vast space. They reached a narrow corridor, dimly lit by overhead lamps. Ava's heart pounded as she scanned for any signs of security.
"Over there," Liam whispered, pointing to a door marked 'Control Room.' Ava nodded, her mind racing. This was their chance to gather crucial intel.
