The heavy iron gates of the abandoned, rain-soaked warehouse creaked open, breaking the eerie silence of the desolate compound.
Fajr stepped through the threshold, leading the line with absolute, unwavering composure.
While the heavy tension in the air made the rest of the unit hold their breath, Fajr and Noor moved with total, silent conviction. They didn't doubt the plan for a single second. Fajr’s silhouette cut sharply against the pale moonlight—black tactical gear fitted to perfection, her gaze locked ahead with lethal focus. Beside her, Noor tracked every shadow with calm, practiced ease.
They knew the stakes, but fear wasn't in their vocabulary. Days of relentless tracking had led to this exact trap.
With complete confidence in their training and each other, Fajr raised two fin
