Author's Note – I apologize that these scenes are unclear. Planning for destruction is not really my vibe, but I'll try harder for my dear readers.
Azazel's voice cracked through the ear-comm, cold and sharp: "This is it. Double Entry's a go."
From the east ridge, we came down fast me, Rex, and Nova. Team 2, with Azazel, Bruce, and Collins, hit the southern wall through an auxiliary tunnel Bruce decrypted hours ago. Two entry points. Two sides hit. We weren't asking for permission. We came to break the door down.
Inside, alarms flared red, sirens screaming like a beast woken from sleep. The halls lit up like hell's waiting room. They had no idea they were already bleeding from the inside
Outside, Azazel's team turned the southern wall into a goddamn warzone. Explosions popped like fireworks, smoke rolled like waves, and every shot sounded like a death sentence.
That wasn't a distraction. That was a declaration.
