Mateo Rossi’s military boots echoed hollowly on the polished steel floor of The Rossi, gleaming like a black mirror. The air inside this stealth aircraft carrier felt vastly different from the salty Pacific atmosphere outside, here, the oxygen felt too pure, filtered through thousands of HEPA filters, leaving behind a sterile, cold scent of ozone. The white neon lights embedded in the futuristic ceiling cast long, sharp shadows, making the atmosphere within the colossal hangar feel more like a technological cathedral than a military base.
Mateo gripped the handle of his weapon, though he knew that in this place, a single bullet would mean little against a system capable of obliterating him in the blink of an eye. Beside him, Elena walked cautiously, her MP5’s muzzle pointed at the floor b
