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Time: 2:47 PM, local time Location: Mozambique Facility, Shadow Assembly Chamber POV: Salvatore Buscetta, Sicilian crime lordThe accusation hit the council chamber like a sniper's bullet.Salvatore Buscetta watched the faces around the mahogany table, noting every micro-expression as Viktor's words hung in the air. "We have a mole," the Russian had announced through encrypted channels. Now paranoia spread like wildfire through the most dangerous criminal minds on three continents."Your intelligence requires verification," Salvatore said, his Sicilian accent thickening with controlled fury. "Evidence, not rumors."Dimitri Volkov leaned back in his chair, gold teeth catching the harsh fluorescent light. "Three operations were compromised in two weeks. Someone's feeding information to the authorities."The Japanese representative, Hiroshi Takahashi, remained as motionless as carved stone. His silence spoke volumes—in his world, accusations without proof meant war.Miguel Rojas slammed

Time: 3:15 PM, local time Location: Mozambique-Tanzania Border CrossingPOV: Colonel James Harrington, extraction team leaderThe trap was closing like the jaws of a steel bear.Colonel Harrington watched through tactical binoculars as additional vehicles took positions around the border checkpoint. What should have been a routine crossing had transformed into a military operation, complete with sniper positions and roadblocks that hadn't existed an hour ago."They know we're coming," he muttered into his throat mic. "This isn't random border security—it's a coordinated intercept."In the passenger seat, Daniel's enhanced senses were working overtime. His augmented hearing picked up radio chatter in three languages, all coordinating the same objective: capture the extraction vehicle and its passengers alive."Six additional vehicles approaching from the east," Daniel reported, his voice tight with concentration. "Armed personnel, military-grade equipment. They're not border guards—th

Time: 3:22 PM, local time Location: Dense forest, 15 kilometers from Mozambique-Tanzania border POV: Daniel Chen, enhanced operativeThe forest wanted to kill them almost as much as their pursuers did.Daniel braced against the dashboard as their armored SUV crashed through another wall of thorny undergrowth, branches scraping against bulletproof glass like skeletal fingers. Behind the wheel, their driver cursed in three languages while wrestling with terrain that would have defeated most civilian vehicles hours ago."Northeast, two degrees," Daniel called out, his enhanced vision cutting through the forest canopy to spot the clearest path ahead. "There's a game trail about fifty meters ahead—should give us better speed."Colonel Harrington's voice crackled through the comm system from the rear of the vehicle: "Status report on our tail?"Daniel's augmented hearing picked up the distinctive whine of pursuit vehicles pushing through the forest behind them. "Four vehicles maintaining

Time: 3:25 PM, local time Location: Mozambique-Tanzania border river POV: Colonel James Harrington, extraction team leaderThe water looked like liquid chocolate, and it wanted them dead.Colonel Harrington gripped his rifle as their armored SUV skidded to a halt at the riverbank, brown water churning with undercurrents that could flip a tank. Through the bulletproof glass, he counted at least twenty hostiles on the far bank, their weapons trained on the exact spot where his vehicle now sat like a target in a shooting gallery."Daniel, assessment," he ordered, his voice cutting through the engine noise.The enhanced operative's augmented vision was working overtime, painting thermal signatures across the landscape. "Northern bank has professional military positions—sniper nests, machine gun emplacements, and coordinated fields of fire. These aren't border guards, Colonel. This is a full military operation."Behind them, pursuit vehicles crashed through the forest, their engines roari