The stillness of the night cloaked Black Hand's biggest and most important distribution center in Colombia.
Guards patrolled the perimeter, their footsteps echoing softly against the concrete floor.
Towering steel crates filled with weapons, supplies, and contraband stood like silent sentinels in the warehouse.
It was a stronghold of the Black Hand's logistical network, a hub that funneled resources to fuel their vast, shadowy operations across the world.
Unbeknownst to the guards, a swarm of cloaked drones hovered silently above the compound, their sleek forms blending seamlessly with the darkness.
High in orbit, the Erebus Array—one of the satellite launched by Silas—monitored the operation, feeding real-time intelligence to the mastermind orchestrating the mission.
In the underground facility, Silas leaned back in his command chair, his eyes fixed on the holographic display before him.
