Ava led the way, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of trouble. The mission was supposed to be straightforward—retrieve the data chip and get out. But in their line of work, nothing ever went according to plan.
As they reached the intersection, a sudden flash of light blinded them. Ava instinctively raised her arm, shielding her eyes. The sound of boots hitting the pavement filled the air, followed by the menacing click of weapons being cocked.
"Ambush!" Liam shouted, diving for cover behind a parked car. The team scattered, each member seeking refuge as bullets ricocheted off the metal and concrete around them.
Ava's heart raced as she pulled her gun from its holster. She peeked over the car's hood, spotting their attackers—uniformed men, their faces obscured by masks. They moved with precision, their formation tight and disciplined. This wasn't a random gang; this was something far more dangerous.
