[Flashback]
Raven moved with quiet precision, preparing for the mission ahead.
Thanks to her coordinator—and one of the very few people she trusted—Sal, she had everything she needed. The intel, the timing, the location.
"Fifteen minutes," Sal's voice came through her earpiece. "You hit the target and clear the area. No delays."
Raven didn't respond immediately.
She was already in motion.
Slipping through the emergency entrance of the building opposite Globe International, she made her way up to the top floor, her footsteps silent, calculated.
"Where is he now?" she asked, pressing the Bluetooth in her ear as she assembled her sniper with practiced ease.
This was supposed to be just another mission.
Except— it wasn't. This one would be her last.
After this, she would walk away from the bloodshed she had buried herself in for years.
Sal's fingers flew across the keyboard as he hacked into the surveillance system.
"I've got eyes on him," he said. "West wing. His office."
