Geneva – Midnight Infiltration
The black chopper cut through the clouds like a blade. Below, the snow-covered Alps glistened under the moonlight, hiding the League’s most secure fortress: The Citadel.
Leon stared out the open door, dressed in matte-black tactical gear. “Carmen, status?”
Carmen’s voice crackled through the comms. “Thermal scans show three patrols. No drones active on the west wing. You’ve got twenty minutes.”
Serena adjusted her belt of disruptor charges. “Let’s make this count.”
They rappelled down without a word.
Inside, the Citadel was a cold, metallic labyrinth. Every hallway was a kill zone. Every door, a trap.
But Leon remembered the layout—he had designed the original specs before he defected.
They moved like ghosts.
Until they reached Lab Sublevel Omega.
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