The following evening, as they approached the abandoned factory, Nathaniel could feel the tension in the air. The building loomed ahead, dark and foreboding, with only the faint glow of a single light visible through the grimy windows.
"Stick to the plan," Nathaniel reminded everyone as they parked their vehicle a safe distance away. "James and Claire will go in first to gather intel while the rest of us keep watch."
As they approached the entrance, James and Claire exchanged a determined glance before slipping inside. Nathaniel, Ingrid, and Elara positioned themselves outside, keeping a watchful eye on the surroundings.
Inside, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. A group of men and women were gathered in a dimly lit room, discussing their plans in hushed tones. James and Claire found a shadowy corner, trying to blend in while eavesdropping on the conversation.
"They're getting restless," one man said, his voice low. "We need to act soon, or we risk losing our foothold."
James strained to listen, his heart racing as he jotted down notes. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, and he could feel the weight of their mission pressing down on him.
Just then, a loud crash echoed from outside. Nathaniel's heart dropped as he saw headlights cutting through the darkness. "Police!" he shouted, rushing toward the entrance.