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 True Origin's operations. The intelligence Hawk had provided was invaluable—a detailed map of Elias Vance's final stronghold, complete with guard rotations, security protocols, and trap locations. It was time to end this.
"We've got one shot," Axel said, his voice flat. "If we fail, there's no coming back."
"We won't fail," Hawk said, his voice steady. "I've been inside that facility. I know its weaknesses. We can get in, find Elias Vance, and end this."
"And if he's not there?" Marcus asked.
"Then we'll find him." Axel's voice was hard. "We'll never stop."
The plan was set. They would infiltrate the Obsi
