The industrial complex had transformed into labyrinth of violence—muzzle flashes illuminating rusted machinery, ricochets screaming off concrete, radio chatter fragmenting into desperate status updates as teams pursued Delta through the ruins.
"Sniper one is down," Dmitri reported with forced calm. "Took fire from secondary security team. Sniper two is pinned in position, cannot advance."
"Assault team is mobile," different voice confirmed. "Three operators remaining. We have visual on target heading toward southern warehouse complex."
Ral ran through debris field, lungs burning in frozen air, following assault team toward Delta's last known position. Maya's voice crackled through comms despite orders to remain at command post: "I'm flanking east perimeter. If he reaches the vehicles, h
