They reached the edge of the storage room, crouching behind a stack of crates. Through the gaps in the boxes, Claire could see the figures of Clarke's men moving around, oblivious to their presence.
"How many?" she whispered.
"Six," Mitchell replied, his voice barely audible. "We'll need to take them out quietly."
Claire nodded. Her pulse quickened as she watched the men move, her muscles tense and ready. This was it. The moment they'd been waiting for.
Mitchell gave the signal, and they moved in.
The first man went down silently, a quick strike to the back of the head. Claire followed Mitchell's lead, her movements smooth and controlled as they took out two more guards. The darkness worked to their advantage, and within minutes, all six men were down.
