The dim glow of the generator flickered as Zara tightened the straps of her reinforced tactical vest. The safehouse was quiet, save for the muffled sound of distant thunder. Andre sat at the far corner, sharpening his machete, while Mia tended to the makeshift map sprawled across the table. Callum, leaning against the wall, broke the silence.
“You’re sure it’s their command center?” His voice carried skepticism and a trace of doubt.
Zara nodded, adjusting the glowing device strapped to her wrist. “It’s not just a command center—it’s the hub. Their entire network runs through it. If we take it out, we cripple their operations.”
Mia glanced up, her brow furrowed. “And how do you know this? These creatures… their intelligence, their tech—it’s light-years ahead of us. What makes you think we’ll even get close?”