Raven Squad Unleashed

Location: Tavara – Outskirts of Tavara City, Blacksite Alpha

The compound was buried beneath a reclaimed forest—what the maps labeled a wildlife conservation zone was, in reality, a hidden warzone. Blacksite Alpha had no markings, no national insignias, no electronic footprint. It was where Tavara trained the operatives meant to disappear into myths.

Damien stepped from the armored vehicle first, followed by Nora and Logan. The moment their boots hit the tarmac, six masked figures emerged from the shadows in perfect silence. They wore custom adaptive armor, matte-black with kinetic mesh and signal-scramblers built into their cores.

"Raven Squad," Logan said under his breath. "Last time they were mobilized, an entire terrorist ring in Northern Kalahari vanished without a trace."

Their leader stepped forward—codename: Shade. He didn't salute. He nodded once.

"No cameras. No witnesses. No mercy," Shade said, voice modulated through a tactical filter. "Who's the target?"

Damien handed him a holo-projector. A 3D map of the decommissioned Western Trade Embassy flared to life. "You're not just neutralizing. You're extraction support. We breach. You cover our entry, create chaos inside, disable any resistance, and vanish."

Nora studied Shade closely. "There's a high chance they've got biological data scramblers inside. That place may not just be an embassy—it could be hiding a war room, weapons lab, or worse."

"We're prepared for everything," Shade replied. "We were born in the dark."

They moved into briefing mode. Ashford joined in via secure comms, walking them through every entry route. Infrared vents, blast-proof sublevels, a hidden elevator shaft beneath the fountain courtyard. All monitored. All lethal.

"This is not a building," Ashford warned, "it's a fortress wearing a diplomatic mask."

"Good," Damien said. "That means they never expected someone insane enough to come knocking."

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48 Hours Later – 01:17 Hours

Location: Western Trade Embassy Perimeter, Tavara City

Night swallowed the streets. Not even a breeze stirred the leaves near the abandoned embassy. It loomed like a tomb—dark windows, walls reinforced with smart concrete that could block satellite detection. But that wouldn't stop Raven Squad.

Nora checked her pulse scanner. "Heartbeat stable. Oxygen normal."

Logan adjusted his optic lens. "We breach in five."

Shade whispered through the comm, "Entry point open. Ventilation shaft deactivated. Moving in."

Raven Squad disappeared into the blackness, like ink sinking into water.

Damien pulled Nora and Logan forward. No room for nerves. No space for error.

They scaled the embassy's side using magnetic grips, slithered through a utility port, and dropped silently into a corridor lined with false paintings and weapon sensors.

A noise. A shadow.

Nora turned just in time—one of the guards stepped out from a hidden doorway. Before he could raise an alarm, Shade was already behind him. One strike to the neck. No sound. The man crumpled.

"We're in," Damien whispered.

They advanced, deeper into the belly of the monster.

Then, down below, alarms began blaring.

"We've been spotted!" Logan hissed.

"No," Shade corrected calmly. "They know you're here. They don't know we are."

From the depths of the embassy, chaos erupted.

It had begun.