The jungle was thick, humid, and alive with the sounds of unseen creatures.
Slade moved through the undergrowth, his team spread out around him. The heat was oppressive, the air heavy with moisture and the scent of decay. The compound was a fortress of concrete and steel, hidden deep in the sss rainforest. The fragments had built it to be invisible—satellite-proof, drone-proof, invisible to the outside world.
Lyric's voice came through the earpiece. "I'm reading thirty heat signatures inside. Maybe more. They've got heavy weapons. Automated defenses. They're expecting you."
Slade's jaw tightened. "They always do."
Kane moved up beside him. "What's the play?"
"We go in fast. We hit the command center. We take out their leadership. We send a message."
"What message?"
"That the shield
