Jun Tao Takes Command

A high-tech control room is hidden within an abandoned factory in Manila. Screens flicker with lines of code and intercept data. Nyasha’s fingers flew across the keyboard as she bypassed the Syndicate’s firewalls. Sweat beaded on her brow, but her smirk betrayed her confidence.

Nyasha muttering. "Let’s see how you handle a little silence, Syndicate."

The screen flashed green. The network was disrupted. Nyasha talks to herself. "And down goes your comms." Her earpiece crackled with a voice from the coalition base.

Handler talks to her. "Nyasha, you’ve knocked out their primary network. Expect them to retaliate quickly."

"That’s the point. Let’s make some noise."

She grabbed her backpack, filled with portable devices and emergency tools, and slipped out of the factory. The storm brewing outside mirrored the chaos she had just unleashed within the Syndicate.