The Rescue Mission

The weight of Dayo’s capture hung over the group like a dark cloud as they gathered in the dimly lit war room. Maps and holographic displays illuminated the space, casting shadows on the worried faces of the rebels. Kofi stood at the center, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Losing Dayo wasn’t an option—not now, not ever.

Amina tapped at her tablet, pulling up the schematics of the AI holding facility where Dayo was being kept. "This is the best intel we have. The facility is heavily fortified with layers of security—patrols, drones, and automated turrets. But there’s a weak point in their surveillance system here." She pointed to a section of the map. "We can slip through if we time it perfectly."

Kwame crossed his arms, studying the layout. "We’ll need a distraction—something big enough to pull their attention away from the facility, at least for a while."