The Weapon’s True Nature

The warehouse on the outskirts of Hanoi was an unassuming structure, surrounded by dense foliage. Inside, however, it buzzed with activity—rows of engineers and technicians worked tirelessly on sleek drones, their metallic surfaces gleaming under fluorescent lights. The hum of machinery was punctuated by sharp commands from supervisors.

The team slipped into the shadows of the mezzanine overlooking the operation. Clarissa adjusted her earpiece and scanned the scene below with a pair of infrared binoculars. “This isn’t just a factory,” she whispered. “It’s a testing ground.”

David crouched beside her, studying the blueprints they had intercepted earlier. His fingers traced the intricate designs of the drones’ payload compartments. “These aren’t just reconnaissance drones,” he murmured. “They’re weaponized.”

“What kind of weapons are we talking about?” Felix asked, his voice low but tense.