The footsteps grew louder. In the stillness of the house, they sounded like thunder.
Emily's heart skipped a beat as she glanced at Damien, silently signaling him to take cover.
Her fingers tightened around her weapon, and she felt the familiar weight of her duty settling on her shoulders.
The man who had given them information was still trembling in the corner, his wide eyes darting toward the door.
His fear was palpable, and it only added to the growing sense of danger that seemed to suffocate the room.
Grant's voice crackled in her earpiece. "Do not engage unless necessary. Stay alert."
The team's plan had been simple: find Rook, gather whatever intel they could, and leave before the Black Hand knew they were there.
But things were never simple, especially when dealing with an organization like the Black Hand.