Ethan adjusted the comms in his ear, the muted chatter of his team filling the silence around him as they made their way through the dimly lit streets of Paris. The rain had started to fall lightly, the drops tapping against the pavement, adding a layer of tension to the already nerve-wracking mission. He pulled the collar of his jacket up against the chill, his eyes scanning every shadow, every flicker of movement.
They were close—too close to the heart of the Phoenix Protocol's operations. The air was thick with the feeling of an impending storm, not just from the weather, but from the weight of the mission that lay ahead. Ethan's hand rested lightly on his sidearm as he led his team through the narrow alleyways, moving closer to their target: the financial institution that Phoenix had its sights set on.
"Bravo Team, do you have eyes on the target?" Ethan whispered into his comms.
