The desert station's generator hummed with a rhythm that had become the soundtrack of their desperation.
Axel stood at the map table, his eyes tracing the lines that represented the Origin. The facility was a fortress, its walls lined with cameras, its gates patrolled by armed men. But they had the master key. They had the intel. They had a plan.
"We move at dusk," he said, his voice flat. "Vance, you'll disable the security systems. Troy, you're on perimeter. Sable, you're with me. Nyla, you coordinate from the van."
"What about me?" Jett asked.
"You stay here with Mira and Sloan. If something goes wrong, you're our backup plan."
Jett nodded, his face pale. "Understood."
The hours passed, each one heavier than the last. The team prepared for the assault, their movements silent and p
