The facility loomed ahead, swallowed by nature’s slow reclamation. Vines strangled the rusting structure, their roots digging deep into the cracks of its concrete shell. From the outside, it looked abandoned—forgotten. But I knew better. Nothing the Overseers built was ever truly abandoned.
I adjusted the earpiece. “Kane, I’ve got eyes on the target.”
Her voice crackled through the comm. “Are you sure this is the place?”
“Only one way to find out.”
I crept toward the entrance, my boots crunching softly against the damp ground. The door was rusted, its edges corroded with time. I pulled out the stolen access card, swiped it through the scanner, and waited.
A single beep. A mechanical whir. The door groaned open.
Cold, stale air hit me like a wall. The scent of rust, decay, and somethi
