First signal: a clenched fist followed by a slicing motion, prepare for breach.
Second: two fingers pointed toward his own eyes, then down, neutralize targets quietly.
Third: a firm hand pressed flat against the roof, no noise, no mistakes.
They nodded. The mission had begun.
The storm above gave them cover, every thunderclap muffled movement, every flash of lightning cast sharp silhouettes that faded before anyone could make sense of them. It was nature's gift, and TEAM ECHO used it without hesitation.
Echo-2 slid forward, unclipping a glass cutter from his tactical harness. He reached the rooftop skylight, an antique reinforced glass pane inset into a wooden frame, sealed tight and bolted from the inside. Rain slicked over it, distorting the view of the dim hallway beneath. He pressed a circular frame against the glass, twisted, and activated the silent laser. A thin red light began tracing a perfect ring in the pane.
Seconds passed.
Then, click.
