The night settled over the city like a velvet shroud, but Marrin Reeves felt no calm—only the sharp edge of anticipation. Every move, every strategy, every calculated risk led to this moment. The intelligence they had extracted from Genesis's core hub illuminated a web of operations, vulnerable points, and unsuspecting operatives. Tonight, they would strike.
Calvin checked the gear one last time, his eyes scanning the tactical map displayed on the portable device. "Everything is aligned?"
Marrin nodded. "Every operative, every route, every surveillance system—mapped, analyzed, and countered. We hit them where they least expect it."
They split into two teams, as Marrin had instructed. Calvin would take the northern sector, neutralizing personnel and communications, while Marrin led the s
