Silence fell once more. A silence that precedes the red storm.
And suddenly…
Bzzzzz!
The sensors Zack had planted in the corridors began flashing red.
"They're here," Zack whispered through the squad's internal comms.
"A full tracking unit. Twelve agents, B+ and A- ranks. Moving in an assault formation. They have thermal drones with them."
"Zack, shut off all the lights in the eastern sector. Leave only the entrance illuminated," Valisera ordered calmly.
The remaining power in the station cut off with a sharp crack.
The place was swallowed by absolute darkness, broken only by a faint fluorescent glow illuminating the wide tunnel the agents had to cross to enter the hall.
The sound of heavy tactical boots began echoing in the water.
Synchronized, professional wading—producing nothing but faint splashes.
They appeared at the entrance.
They wore sealed helmets equipped with thermal and night-vision lenses glowing with a sinister green light.
