That night, Ariana and I quietly infiltrated the Aurora Hotel's observation station on the outskirts of the city. Using her extensive network of intel, Ariana had already mapped out the layout of the facility, and I was tasked with executing the critical step of the plan: entering the control center to download data on the residual rift energy.
The observation station was surrounded by high walls, with surveillance cameras scanning the area every few seconds. Ariana signaled me to stop, and with swift expertise, she took out a small jammer, adjusting its frequency to interfere with the camera's signal for a few seconds.
"Let's go," she whispered, moving first and scaling the wall like a shadow.
I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my movements quiet and follow her as closely as possible.
