The morning sun crept into the hideout, its faint light doing little to brighten the grim atmosphere. Damian, Kyle, Sparrow, Slayer, and Chris trudged inside, their footsteps heavy and slow. Fatigue had overtaken them after the chaos of the night. The group moved silently, their faces shadowed with exhaustion and unspoken tension.
Chris broke the silence, his voice echoing faintly in the quiet space. "Mike? Grace? Where are you? We tried to contact you, but I think they had jammers. Hello?"
The others sank onto the sofas, placing their weapons on the nearby table. The room was still, the weight of their last mission hanging over them like a fog.
Chris's voice rose slightly. "Mike! Grace! Are you here?"
Suddenly, the sharp crack of gunfire rang out, followed by another shot.
Chris shouted, "We've got company!" before his voice was cut off by another deafening blast.
