The outskirts of Niigata were eerily quiet except for the faint hum of engines in the distance. Lady Naga lay prone on a ridge, her black hair blending into the shadows of the evening. Her sharp black eyes were fixed on a convoy below—a dozen vehicles surrounding a heavily secured lorry at the center, its reinforced exterior suggesting precious cargo. She raised a sleek, advanced communicator to her lips and murmured into it.
"My position is secure. Convoy spotted at the coordinates I sent. Awaiting backup."
A moment of static passed before a familiar voice responded.
"Understood. Hold tight; we're on our way," Shikaku's calm yet firm tone came through.
Lady Naga smirked slightly. "Don't keep me waiting."
