(Five minutes later)It was show time. Well at least it seemed like it, that was what all they hype was for in the first place. The team moved through the darkness like shadows given form, their footsteps silent against the cracked concrete. As trained professionals, this much was a piece of cake but it was also their duty to make sure they went unseen. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, a bit too easy. The loading bay loomed ahead, its massive doors gaping open like the mouth of some great beast, swallowing the pale moonlight that filtered through the clouds.Cross led the way, her movements fluid and precise, her weapon held low and ready. Saul followed close behind, his heart hammering against his ribs, his breath coming in shallow, controlled bursts. The night air was cool against his face, carrying the faint scent of diesel, damp earth and a sour metallic odor that made his stomach tighten.They had studied the layout and had traced every entry point on the schematics whi

However , deep down, he knew why this feeling wouldn't leave him alone. Something was changing inside him. The violence, the action, the adrenaline….it was pulling at him, drawing him in. Even with the danger of the last fight, his blood had rushed and he had felt exhilarated.He was actually enjoying this.The realization scared him. He had never thought of himself as a violent person. He had worked construction and whenever he really fought, it was only when he had to, but he had never craved it. Not like this.And yet, as he stood there in the shadows, his body humming with adrenaline, he couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through him. It was like a drug, addictive and dangerous, and he didn't know if he wanted to stop.Cross was watching him, her eyes sharp and assessing. "You're very quiet Mr Kinai. I thought you would be more chatty….. are you certain your alright?"Saul blinked, forcing himself to focus. "Yeah. Just... thinking."Cross studied him for a moment longer, t

The operatives moved, their hands working with practiced precision. They placed the charges along the weakened seams, their movements fluid despite the slight shaking in their hands.. The rest of the team took cover, their weapons raised, their eyes fixed on the door.Saul pressed himself against the wall beside Cross, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the tension radiating off the other operatives, a coiled energy that was barely contained."Ready," one of the operatives called out. "Charges set."Cross raised her hand. "Everyone clear. On my mark."The team retreated to a safe distance, their bodies pressed against the walls, their hands covering their ears. The silence stretched, thin and fragile."Three ,two, one…..Now!" Cross shouted.BOOM!The explosion was deafening.The door came down in a shower of sparks and twisted metal, the sound echoing through the facility like thunder. Smoke billowed outward, thick and acrid, filling the air with the smell of burning met

Then he paused, with his head tilting and his ears straining as he heard the sound of men shouting, but it wasn't coming from the front it was coming from the doorway they had noticed earlier.The conveyor room.He and Cross shared a look, with their eyes meeting and a silent understanding passing between them. She gestured to the other operatives, with her hand moving in a sharp, silent signal. Immediately, a few of them focused on the still firing combatants while the rest inched towards them their bodies low to thr ground and their weapons ready.Together, they all crept toward the room, with their footsteps silent against the concrete floor.The room opened into another space, with it seeming like there was another base of operations hidden behind the main room.Hiding behind a cluster of machinery, they watched as armed men moved through the space. As Cross had said, they were packing up everything to escape, their enemies hauling their huge cargo into a conveyor belt runway, t

Cross made a protesting noise behind him, a sharp sound that cut through the air. "Saul-"But Saul didn't spare her a glance. His eyes were fixed on Alex, his focus narrowed to the man beyond the glass. Cross had no choice but to follow, her footsteps wary and guarding behind him, her presence a tense shadow at his back.Meanwhile, Saul was puzzled. He didn't know what this man would say, didn't know what he even wanted. According to what he knew, Alex and he had worked together before, with their histories intertwined in ways he couldn't remember. But that was all he knew. He knew nothing about the man, with his amnesia leaving gaping holes in his past. All he could remember of the man were the haunting specters that had plagued him: the visions of Alex dying over and over, the blood on his hands, the icy blue eyes that had stared at him from the darkness.Why did Saul keep seeing him, he wondered, his stomach churning. Why did the man seem to haunt him?He couldn't help but th