The night had fallen over the safe house like a thick, oppressive blanket. The forest surrounding them was quiet, eerily still, as if even nature itself held its breath in anticipation. Gregory sat at the small, makeshift table, the flickering light from a single bulb casting shadows on the walls. The plans were laid out before him—maps, pictures, blueprints—and his mind raced as he thought of every possible way to make sure Voss wouldn’t catch them off guard again.“We move at dawn,” Gregory said, his voice cutting through the tension in the room. His eyes never left the plans. “I know where Voss is holding his most valuable assets. If we take that place out, we take him down.”Amelia nodded, already examining the maps, her mind working just as fast as Gregory’s. “It’s risky, but it’s our best shot. If we can hit their central command, we cripple their operations. They won’t be able to make their next move.”Crane, sitting in the corner with his arms crossed, watched them with a calc