The old factory loomed ahead, a crumbling giant shrouded in fog and memories of industry long gone. Its skeletal frame was bathed in the cold glow of moonlight, casting eerie shadows across the cracked pavement. Max, Elena, and Harris moved silently through the darkness, their footsteps muffled by the wet ground. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.
Max scanned the area, his senses heightened. "Stay sharp," he whispered. "We get in, find Vivian, and get out. No heroics."
Elena's face was set in a grim mask, her gun ready. "Let's finish this."
They approached a side entrance, the rusted door barely hanging on its hinges. Harris worked the lock, his fingers trembling slightly. Max watched him, noting the sweat on his brow. Harris wasn't cut out for this, but they needed him.