Mark crouched low behind a dense cluster of bushes, his sharp eyes scanning the facility ahead. The faint hum of electricity filled the air, blending with the distant rustling of leaves.
The facility was hidden in the thick of the forest, but its presence was anything but subtle.
Maya crouched beside him and adjusted the high-tech glasses perched on her nose. Tiny cameras attached to the frames transmitted live video feeds to Ezra and Yamal, who were stationed remotely, monitoring the situation.
"Not exactly a fortress," Maya muttered, her tone skeptical. "Guards with basic weapons, no heavy artillery. If they're hiding some grand secret here, they're not doing a great job of keeping it secure."
Yamal's voice crackled through the comms. "Or maybe their security isn't what we're used to. What if it's something… unconventional?"
