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“Down? The sub-basement is a dead end.”

“Rashidi wasn’t after the chip. He was after you. He knew you’d come. The engineers were bait. He wants the ghost. All of this was to confirm your location. He has a drone with a thermobaric warhead inbound on your last known position. You have four minutes. Run.”

He didn’t run.

Korr cursed under his breath. “They know we’re here. Move.”

They found the engineers in a sub-basement control room, huddled behind a blast door. The four of them—two women, two men, all in oil-stained coveralls—looked less like valuable assets and more like terrified rabbits. Their leader, a sharp-faced woman named Dr. Amira Halabi, didn’t thank him. She just said, “About time. The backdoor isn’t in our heads. It’s in a chip we hid in the refinery’s main server.” Hidden Strike

That’s when the lights went out. Then the emergency generators kicked in, casting everything in a bloody red hue. Over the refinery’s loudspeakers, General Rashidi’s voice echoed, calm and unhurried.

Korr’s mission was simple: infiltrate the captured refinery, find the four “engineers,” and extract them before Rashidi’s torturers arrived. Standard rescue. The kind he’d done a hundred times. “Down

The next fifteen minutes were chaos. Singh killed the lights. Rashidi’s men opened fire blindly. Meier’s C4 blew a hole in the sub-basement floor, revealing a black, viscous river below. One by one, they dropped into the freezing, suffocating sludge. Korr went last, pulling the blast door shut behind him just as a dozen armed men stormed the control room.