Elmira stood in front of the full-body mirror, her movements swift and precise as she secured her weapons. The form-fitting black bodysuit she wore clung to her frame. Her slim-fit pants, equipped with multiple adjustable belts and metallic zippers, shimmered faintly under the fluorescent lights. The thick, multi-buckled belt at her waist carried holsters for her daggers and guns, which she slipped into place with practiced ease. Small knives and other tools disappeared into the straps on her thighs and calves.
"Is he on the move yet?" Elmira asked.
At the center of the room, one of her subordinates sat hunched over a laptop on a large, steel table cluttered with an arsenal of weapons and high-tech devices. The glow of the screen reflected on his face as he typed rapidly.
"Not yet," he replied without looking up. "Still at the mansion." Then he glanced at his watch. "The attack will be happening in forty minutes from now.
