The city was silent beneath a low-hanging fog as Marrin and Calvin prepared for the first direct infiltration into Genesis's core operations. The intelligence gathered from previous strikes indicated that one of the major safe houses had become a central hub—a nexus for personnel, data, and clandestine operations. Today, Marrin intended to breach it.
Calvin loaded his gear with precision, his eyes occasionally meeting Marrin's. No words were needed. They shared a silent understanding: this mission would be dangerous, but necessary. Marrin's mind raced, overlaying tactical possibilities with the clone's predictive guidance. Every variable, every potential threat, every escape route was cataloged before they even set foot outside.
"Check your comms," Marrin instructed. "Silent channels onl
