The roar of the helicopter blades reverberated through the night as Ava and her team descended into the heart of the abandoned industrial complex. The dark silhouettes of rusted machinery loomed like ancient sentinels, and the air was thick with the smell of decay and danger.
"Remember, everyone, stay sharp. We don't know what traps the Phantom has laid for us," Ava's voice crackled through the comms, a steely edge of determination underpinning her words. She adjusted her night-vision goggles, scanning the labyrinth of shadows ahead.
The tip-off they had received was too precise, too perfect, making Ava's gut twist with suspicion. But they had no choice. Every second counted in the desperate race to save their target.
"Got eyes on the main entrance," Liam whispered, his figure barely discernible in the gloom as he crouched beside her. "Heavy guard presence. This won't be easy."
Ava's jaw tightened. "Easy was never an option. Let's move."
