The convoy approached the first Parthenon satellite facility, disguised as an abandoned mining outpost. Ten genetically enhanced warriors guarded the perimeter, their thermal signatures glowing faintly on the Crulʼs radar.
[All local communication frequencies are jammed, Master. External surveillance feeds are looping pre-recorded footage. We have full operational stealth. Ready for assault,] Crul reported in Ethan's ear.
"Understood. Falcons, clear the perimeter. On my mark," Ethan said.
He waited until the convoy was within striking distance. "Open Fire..!"
The two Falcon helicopters swooped low, their chain guns spitting fire. The reinforced fences of the mining outpost disintegrated under a hail of heavy-caliber rounds, tearing a gaping hole in the defenses. The convoy surged forward, armored vehicles plowing through the debris, their mounted weapons blazing.
