Amira was sprawled across the bed, her breathing steady, her face relaxed in the soft afternoon light streaming through the half-covered window.
The sun had shifted since she'd dozed off, now casting a long, warm beam across the cluttered room.
It was one of those rare moments of calm, something she hadn't allowed herself to fully enjoy in a long time.
The sudden, blaring ring of her alarm shattered the quiet.
Amira's eyes flew open, her expression a mix of surprise and mild annoyance. She blinked up at the ceiling, her mind still hazy from sleep.
With a groggy sigh, she reached over to shut off her phone's alarm.
"4:00 PM… three hours, not bad," she muttered, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, "At least I don't feel like a complete zombie now."
She rubbed her eyes and got to her feet, feeling a slight stiffness in her muscles.
Amira shuffled to the window and glanced down at the busy street below.
People rushed by, faces weary with the strain of another day. The evening rush had begun.
"They have no clue what's coming, do they?" she thought, a bitter smile tugging at her lips.
Turning away, she grabbed her bag and emptied it onto the bed.
A mix of clothes, a first-aid kit, ammo, and a few energy bars spilled out.
She pulled out two maps, one of the entire world and another detailing the Glacium's territories.
She stepped up to the board, ripping down some old ad templates and pinning the maps in their place.
"Alright," she said to herself, a hint of determination in her voice, "time to get back to work."
Amira scanned the world map, her eyes lingering over familiar borders now marred by the creeping chaos she'd come to know all too well.
She shifted her focus to a more detailed map of Glacium's territories, her finger landing on a small dot labeled Everroot Town.
This was where she currently stood, deep in Valdara Province.
Next, she looked for Icelorn Basin in Vandrim Province, her next mission target.
It looked deceptively close, but the journey felt daunting: 3,000 kilometers of rugged terrain and lurking dangers lay between her and her destination.
"Nothing like a 3,000-kilometer sprint through a death trap," she muttered, a sardonic grin breaking through.
She mapped out three potential routes:
"Road Route: The straightest shot from Valdara to Vandrim. But at 100 km/hr, it meant 20-plus hours of nonstop driving."
"Metro Route: City metros would shorten the distance considerably, but they meant passing through crowded urban centers crawling with guards which is way too risky."
"Air Route: Quickest option, but airport security was no joke. Still, it could drop her close to Icelorn, leaving only a short drive to complete."
Amira let out a sigh, tapping her finger on the air route.
"Guess it's time to get creative with airport security again," she muttered dryly, the sarcasm giving her a small measure of comfort.
Reaching for a set of markers, she began categorizing the danger zones on the map, her expression hardening.
"Red: Absolute danger zones, with dense packs of elemental beasts, possibly in the thousands. She circled two such zones near Icelorn Basin."
"Yellow: High-risk areas, fewer numbers but still lethal. Amira marked ten of these along her routes, mostly concentrated in the first 1,000 kilometers."
"Blue: Moderate risk. Smaller groups of elemental beasts, appearing occasionally. She marked these spots sparingly, knowing they were less of a threat but still not to be ignored."
"Green: Low risk. No beast waves, but still aggressive mutated animals. She drew clusters of green, hoping they might offer brief breaks along the way."
Amira stepped back, evaluating the mapped route. It looked like a minefield, but she had no other choice.
She then turned to her gear, spreading it out across the bed like a seasoned warrior prepping for battle.
Her pistol lay at the center: a sturdy, high-caliber model.
It was reliable, but she knew it wasn't built for taking down the tougher, mutated beasts, let alone the elemental ones she might face.
She picked up the gun, examining it with a critical eye.
"Not bad, but you'll need a bit more bite for what's coming," she muttered, her tone half-serious, half-resigned.
The gun had done its job so far, but she needed to enhance its firepower if she wanted a real chance against those thick-skinned monsters.
Modifying the bullets or creating a stronger weapon from scratch was the only solution she could think of.
But for that, she needed a beast core and specialized manufacturing equipment which both currently out of her reach.
Next, she sifted through her collection of daggers, each one showing signs of wear and tear.
To anyone else, it might have seemed like overkill, but Amira knew better.
Every blade had a purpose, a reason for being here.
She picked up one dagger, feeling the familiar chill from the blade.
With a focused thought, she let the thin layer of ice melt away, revealing its true state.
Only one remained intact; the others had cracked under pressure from constant use.
"Fantastic," Amira muttered, her voice dry, "This is what I get for using cheap blades."
She couldn't afford to head into battle with worn-out gear.
She needed something tougher, something capable of surviving the relentless attacks of the beasts and the unforgiving terrain ahead.
Upgrades were essential but like everything else, they seemed just out of reach for now.
Looking for something from a simpler time, she picked up the old iPod that was lying on the bed.
Her fingers lingered over the play button for a moment before pressing it.
A soft, familiar tune drifted into the room, a song she'd often listened to during quiet nights back at the base.
It was comforting, in its own way, providing a rare sense of calm, even if only for a fleeting moment.
"Get it together, Amira," she muttered to herself, "You've been through worse. You can handle this."
She began to pace the small, cramped room, her thoughts racing.
Everything was in motion: the messages were sent, the intel gathered, and her escape had gone unnoticed so far.
But it was far from over.
Still, she needed materials, help, and most of all, a good plan.
The faint scent of cleaning chemicals hung in the air, a reminder of her rushed arrival.
She scanned the room again: a narrow bed that barely fit her, a desk strewn with books and scattered notes, and a small kitchenette that looked more decorative than functional.
It wasn't much, but for now, it was her temporary refuge.
Trying to make the most of her limited options, she dialed the front desk to request a few basic kitchen items.
Years of covert ops had taught her the art of negotiation, and a well-placed bribe never hurt.
After transferring some money, she finally managed to get them on board.
"Ma'am, are you sure you want to cook yourself? We have an excellent menu available," the receptionist suggested with a hint of hopefulness.
Amira rolled her eyes.
"Oh, I'm well aware of your 'excellent' menu," she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "But I'd prefer to eat something less likely to kill me."
After hanging up, Amira turned to her laptop.
It whirred to life, the screen's dim glow flickering across her face.
She pulled up the dark web, logging into a hidden domain known only to a select few in the Black Phoenix unit.
Her fingers danced over the keys as she typed out a quick, coded message:
"All personnel of the unit, report with your code."
"Keep it low. Only reply if you're still committed. Respond to the Black Phoenix code word - Never missed."
"This is urgent. Further details will follow once we confirm headcount."
She leaned back for a moment, her eyes locked on the screen.
This was the first real step toward reuniting her team the people she'd trusted with her life.
Waiting for replies felt like torture; each second stretched endlessly.
She knew some might not answer, either due to fear or because they'd moved on. But she had to try.
While waiting, Amira downloaded a custom software program from the dark web.
Connecting her phone to the laptop, she initiated a complex secure setup to mask the call's origin.
"Can't afford any slip-ups now," she muttered under her breath as the software loaded.
With the setup complete, she dialed a number she hadn't called in months.
It rang twice before a familiar voice, soft yet commanding, picked up.
"Hello?"