The wind howled across the frozen tundra, carrying with it the bitter promise of death.
Wayne crouched behind a snowdrift, his binoculars trained on the facility below. The Sanctum was everything Sarah had described and more—a fortress of ice and steel, buried deep in the heart of the South American mountains. Its walls were lined with armed guards and automated turrets, its perimeter a maze of razor wire and motion sensors.
"Jude, what's the intel?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
The analyst's voice crackled through the comms. "The Sanctum is heavily fortified. At least fifty guards on the perimeter, maybe more inside. The facility is designed to withstand a siege."
"Then we don't siege it. We infiltrate it."
"How? There's no way in that isn't guarded."
Wayne lowered hi
