The night was a void, broken only by the pale glow of a crescent moon. Zara moved like a whisper through the forest bordering the Syndicate's stronghold. Shadows clung to her like a second skin, hiding her from the searchlights that swept the area.
Her breath was steady, her mind sharper than ever. Each step was calculated, each pause deliberate. She wasn’t just running—she was hunting now.
The USB in her pouch felt like a ticking bomb. It held secrets the Syndicate would kill for, and Zara knew they wouldn’t stop until she was silenced.
Ahead, a faint hum reached her ears. A drone.
Zara melted into the tree line, her back pressed against the rough bark. The drone hovered, its red sensor scanning the ground like a predatory eye. She waited, unmoving, her Glock at the ready.
The hum grew faint as the drone drifted past. Zara exhaled softly, her muscles unwinding.
“Vex,” she whispered into her comm.
“Go.”
“Drone patrols. They’re sweeping the perimeter.”