The black Cadillac glided to a halt twenty minutes later at a helicopter strip, and Athena exited the vehicle alongside two men clad in black combat gear.
"Is everything ready?" She inquired as she marched purposefully toward the waiting helicopter, exuding an air of military precision.
"Yes, ma'am," The men responded in unison, flanking her with an air of camaraderie. As the Cadillac rolled away to a solitary bunker that resembled a car wash, Athena felt a surge of determination flush through her.
Inside the helicopter, the men handed her a file.
"All strands have been pulled, and the subject is safely in position. The boss says you owe him one though," One of the men remarked.
Athena noticed the signs of a smile tugging at their lips and offered a knowing grin in return.
"That's a deal then. Please extend my thanks to him—especially since he's throwing a tantrum and ignoring my calls," She replied, a playful edge in her voice.
