The streets were quiet at first light, a deceptive calm blanketing the city as Marrin and Calvin prepared for the next wave of strikes. Marrin reviewed the maps, the intel extracted from Rylan now forming a complex web of targets, routines, and hidden operatives. Her clone's whispers guided her, anticipating every potential obstacle and loophole that Genesis might have left.
"We split into two teams," Marrin said, pointing to the first set of coordinates. "I'll take the urban hubs; you handle the outskirts. Minimal confrontation—precision is key."
Calvin raised an eyebrow. "You really trust splitting up at this stage?"
"Yes," Marrin replied confidently. "We need speed, and I've accounted for contingencies. We're ghosts. They won't see us coming."
They moved swiftly, blending into the a
