Ares

The night was cold, heavy with mist that clung to the streets. Even the city lights seemed cautious, flickering through the haze like they were aware of what was about to happen. I sat behind the wheel of the black armored car, Atlas beside me, Leon’s voice buzzing softly in my earpiece.

“All teams in position, sir. Recon shows the target is isolated. They won’t see us coming,” Leon said.

I exhaled slowly, letting the tension roll off my shoulders in small bursts. Seven ...