The Chase

Vincent wasted no time after speaking with Rourke and Sykes. He stepped out of the medical barracks, his mind already working out the details of the next operation. Marcus followed closely behind him, awaiting orders.

"We need to neutralize any remaining threats," Vincent began as they crossed the courtyard of the command center. "Garrick's forces won't just sit back after this. We're going to strike first."

Marcus nodded. "Understood, sir. What's the plan?"

Vincent glanced at his second-in-command. "I want a strike team. Twenty of our best. You'll lead them. We'll deploy two Blackhawks with an Apache for air support. The priority is gathering intel and neutralizing the remaining threat. No unnecessary engagements unless fired upon first."

Marcus's expression didn't waver. "Two teams, sir?"