The moonlit sea reflected an eerie calm as Martin and his team sailed quietly through the night, the low hum of the speedboat's engine barely breaking the stillness of the water.
Nirvana sat across from him, her silver mask glinting in the dim light. She looked out into the darkness ahead, her posture relaxed but focused.
The five bronze-masked subordinates sat nearby, silent and alert, each one mentally preparing for what lay ahead.
As they neared their destination, Martin noticed other speedboats on the horizon, gradually converging from different directions.
One by one, they gathered speed, headed toward the same point—a small, desolate island that barely touched the radar of any civilized map.
Tuvalu had plenty of such islands—abandoned, rugged, and uninhabitable without extensive investment. But for the purposes of this assessment, the wild, untamed nature of the island was precisely the point.
