Davian's P.O.V.
Seven Months Before the Silvercrest Hotel Party Country C – Military Base
The night air was thick with humidity, and the scent of rain was still lingering in the wind as Davian adjusted his gear. His team moved in perfect synchronization around him, their dark uniforms blending seamlessly with the shadows of the abandoned docks.
This was his last mission before leaving the military. One final operation before stepping away from the life that had defined him for years.
If not for the fact that his grandfather had been constantly threatening for nearly a year by now, he might have spent some more time working for his country instead of taking over his family business.
Letting out a small sigh, he focused his attention on the mission.
