The Rescue Mission

"We move in five," Ava's voice cut through the room, authoritative yet tinged with apprehension. She turned to Liam, who stood nearby, his expression a mix of concern and determination. "Prepare the teams. I want a tight formation."

Ava stood at the edge of the command center, her gaze fixed on the live feed displaying chaos unfolding at the industrial complex. Smoke billowed from several points, and the occasional burst of gunfire punctuated the tense atmosphere. Her team, assembled behind her, waited for her command.

Liam nodded, his eyes betraying his worry for Ava's well-being. "We'll cover you, Ava. Just like always."

The team moved with practiced efficiency, each member checking their gear one last time. Ava's mind raced with the weight of their mission. The Phantom's traps had already claimed too many lives; she couldn't afford more losses.