The steady hum of machinery filled the factory as workers moved expertly sealed cans of drinks with gloved hands. A shadow slipped unnoticed through the bustling noise, past the workers, moving deeper into the factory, the figure entered a quieter section.
The further she went, the more muffled the sounds of machines became until silence greeted her. In front of her stood a large warehouse- just as it was described in the file T6 had sent to her.
She lowered her breath, blending into the shadows, her presence vanishing as if she became one with her surroundings.
Her senses sharpened, confirming what she already suspected: the security here was airtight. Without a sound, she scaled the wall, her nails shifting into claws, and she easily drilled a hole in the rooftop.
