The night sky was a canvas of ominous clouds as Ava and her team approached the adversary's stronghold. The fortress loomed ahead, a monolith of stone and steel, fortified to the hilt. Every step toward it felt like a step into the maw of a beast. Ava's heart pounded with a mix of fear and determination. This was it—the moment they had been preparing for.
"Everyone in position?" Ava's voice was steady, commanding through the earpiece.
Liam's voice crackled in response. "All set on the east side. Ready when you are."
"West side secure," added Ethan, his voice a calm anchor in the storm.
Ava took a deep breath, her eyes scanning the imposing structure. "On my mark," she said, her tone unwavering. "Three, two, one—go!"
