Troy ran through the dimly lit streets, his heartbeat syncing with the pounding of his feet against the pavement. The cool night air rushed past him as he took a sharp turn into a secluded alleyway, stopping in front of an unassuming brick wall. He reached into his pocket, pressing a hidden button on his communicator.
A mechanical click echoed, and a section of the wall slid open, revealing a steel corridor leading underground.
Jace’s hideout.
Troy stepped inside, the door sealing shut behind him. The passageway was sleek and high-tech, with LED strips casting a cold blue glow along the metallic walls. As he descended, the space opened into a massive underground lair filled with advanced computers, weapon racks, and training equipment.
At the center of it all, Jace sat at his workstation, clad in his usual dark tactical gear. His mask was off, revealing sharp, calculating blue eyes beneath messy black hair.