The early morning wind crept through the old concrete walls of La Heta headquarters, carrying dark whispers that had yet to be revealed. In the underground hallway leading to the preparation room, two figures moved quickly, Veronica and Xenon. There was no sound from their footsteps except the rustle of cloth and held breaths.
“Western district,” Xenon muttered as he slid his pistol into a hidden holster beneath his long jacket. “It’s been a long time since we played in that area.”
Veronica stared ahead, her face blank. “Ever since the infiltration a few years ago. I never liked that place. Too many dead ends and too many eyes.”
“And now, we’re back to take down a communications tower,” Xenon continued. “The mission was simple. Get in. Get the documents. Destroy the rest. But with Kell
