CHAPTER 77
The metallic tang of ozone and dust hung heavy in the pre-dawn air above the industrial facility. Agent Bell was already set up fifty yards out, whispering over the secure comms: “Commander, visual confirmed. Thermal pulses are active. Low frequency, but they are running. Agent Lowe's intel was... incorrect."
Ryle did not waste time on a rebuke. He looked at Lauren, hidden beside him in the shadows of a massive delivery truck, his face shielded by his balaclava. His eyes were cold chips of focus—a Commander dealing with a flawed asset.
“Bell, keep the sweep window tight,” Ryle ordered. “Lowe, we move on my mark. The sweep is only thirty seconds. That is our breach window.”
Lauren nodded, her breath coming out in controlled, shallow puffs. She knew she had lied, and she was n
