Chapter 62

Under the cloak of darkness, Gisele swiftly assembles a formidable remote gun, her hands deftly maneuvering over the intricate machinery. Through the crackling static of the comms, she exchanges tense words with Breaker, the urgency palpable in their voices.

"Are we certain she's in there?" Gisele's words echo in the dimly lit space as she checks her equipment.

Breaker's who is inside his truck command center, where his fingers dance across the keyboard of his high-tech laptop, his eyes glued to the screen displaying a myriad of data. "Positive on the location, but no visual confirmation yet. Hold tight," he replies, his voice tinged with determination.

With a nod of understanding, Gisele signals her intent to move to a secure position. She dashes along the rusted remnants of an old train, the sound of her footsteps muffled by the eerie silence of the night. Taking cover behind a dilapidated automobile, she surveys the desolate landscape with a steely gaze.

As Scarlet emerges on the scene, their unspoken communication speaks volumes. With a silent nod of acknowledgment, Gisele and Scarlet split up, each taking a different path towards their shared objective.

The giant, looming factory looms ominously in the distance, its imposing silhouette a stark contrast against the night sky. With a sense of purpose, Gisele races towards the entrance, her every movement calculated and precise.

This was City of Kriegsburg, Germany.

Outside the factory, Breaker awaits inside a makeshift truck command center, his fingers flying across the controls with practiced precision. Multiple monitors flicker to life, displaying a plethora of satellite feeds and data streams. His gaze falls upon the four turret control units, each one a potent weapon in their arsenal.

Breaker's eyes are fixed on the screen as he swiftly inputs the codes, each keystroke activating a different component of the formidable arsenal. With each command, the system responds in kind, announcing the activation of each gun in turn.

"Guns one, activated. Guns two, activated. Guns three, activated. Guns four, activated," the system intones, its voice echoing through the his small truck command center with an air of finality.

With the guns primed and ready for action, Breaker wastes no time in relaying the crucial information to his team. "Guns ready. All four guns operational," he announces over the comms, his voice steady and authoritative despite the gravity of the situation. "They've got men on the second, third, fourth floors. I count 22 of them."

"Raider One, this is Observer, what's your twenty?" Breaker's voice crackles over the comms, a sense of urgency underlying his words.

Gisele's quickly makes her way through the rusted trucks and trains and takes cover, her voice crackles over the comms as she updates Breaker on her position. "In approach position—do you get confirmation?" she inquires, her tone tinged with urgency.

With a heavy sigh, Breaker relays the grim news to his comrades through the comms. "

Roger that. Stand by."

Breaker's hands fly across the controls, his fingers deftly manipulating the trackballs to adjust the remote turrets' angle and pan. With unparalleled skill, he toggles between various optical technologies, each one revealing a different perspective of the factory interior.

As images flicker across the monitors, Breaker's brow furrows in concentration. He toggles through thermal, vascular, radar, x-ray, and sonar views, each one offering a glimpse into the chaos unfolding within the factory walls. Among the figures captured by the surveillance feeds, one stands out—a woman seated in a chair, her identity confirmed as Lindsey Farris.

Breaker told Gisele through the comms,"Target match.The prize is on the sixth floor.Two Tangos with her," he reports, the weight of the mission evident in his voice.

Breaker not asks Scarlett through the comms "Groundhog, what's the status?"

Meanwhile, outside the factory, under the streets Scarlett works quickly to prepare for the impending assault. With a torch in hand, she makes the final adjustments to a crucial junction of the switch boxes, her movements fluid and precise.

"I need two minutes. Which means you need me ready in one, right?" Scarlett's voice crackles over the comms, her determination shining through despite the tight deadline.

With each passing moment, the tension mounts as Gisele inches closer to her target. Her heart races with adrenaline as she prepares to confront the dangers that lie ahead.

Gisele moves with practiced precision up the narrow stairwell, her footsteps barely making a sound against the cold metal beneath her boots. Pausing briefly to assess her surroundings, she scans the area with keen eyes, ensuring that the coast is clear before pressing onward.

With a swift and fluid motion, Gisele retrieves a small magnetic cylinder charge from her utility belt, its sleek design fitting snugly in the palm of her hand. With expert finesse, activating it with a subtle click and a crimson light blips on the charge. She positions the charge against a rusted pipe, instantly, the device magnetically adheres to its target, blending seamlessly into the dimly lit surroundings.

With the charge securely in place, Gisele continues her ascent, her movements swift and silent as she navigates the treacherous terrain. Behind her, the massive steel yard looms ominously, a stark reminder of the dangers that lie ahead.

As Breaker's gaze flickers across the array of monitors, his eyes narrow in focus, honing in on the vascular imagery displayed before him. With the precision of a seasoned veteran, he manipulates the toggles with swift, decisive movements, adjusting the angle and zoom to track the movement of a figure ascending the nearby stairwell.

"Raider, watch your twelve," Breaker's voice warns through the comms, his eyes glued to the monitors as he tracks the movements of their adversaries.

With nerves of steel, Gisele charges towards the looming staircase, her senses heightened as she prepares for the inevitable clash. In a blur of motion, with a swift strike, she disables her adversary, the sound of bone crunching beneath her blows echoing through the corridor.

Breaker winces as he watches the brutal exchange unfold on the monitors before him. In a matter of seconds, Gisele dispatches her opponent with ruthless efficiency, leaving no room for doubt about her prowess in combat.

As Gisele drags the unconscious guard out of sight, Breaker's attention is drawn to two small satellite dishes attached near a distant window. Intrigued, Gisele follows the cables snaking across the floor, disappearing into the darkness beyond.

In the shadowy confines of a control room, two figures hunch over ruggedized laptop computers, their faces obscured by the glow of the screens. Gisele observes from the doorway, her senses on high alert as she takes in the scene before her.

Through the crackling static of the comms, Gisele's voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "They've got communications gear on the second floor northwest corridor. Groundhog, that's your cue," she instructs, her tone unwavering despite the danger that lurks within the factory walls.

Under the dimly lit streets, Scarlett's hands move with practiced precision as she readies two switch boxes, her focus unwavering despite the tension in the air. With a sense of determination, she responds over the comms, her voice calm and resolute, "Copy: soon as we go hot I'll go in."

Inside the factory, Gisele's heart races as she speeds up the stairs, her movements fluid and precise. The dimly lit corridors of the abandoned building seem to stretch endlessly before her, each step bringing her closer to her target.

Meanwhile, beneath the streets, Scarlett with her fingers tight around the detonators she holds. With a sense of determination, she responds over the comms, "I'm good to go," her voice steady despite the gravity of the situation.

Finally, Gisele reaches her destination, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she takes cover behind a twisted metal slide. Peering through the debris-strewn factory floor, her eyes lock onto her objective—Lindsey Farris, slumped in a wheelchair, her back to them.

With a sense of urgency, Gisele relays the information over the comms. "Heavyduty, I have visual on The Prize," she reports, her voice tinged with determination.

As the Quinjets stand motionless amid the serene German countryside,Heavy-duty nodded and replied through the comms"Copy that."

He activates their engines, setting them ablaze with power. The turbines roar to life, their sound echoing through the tranquil landscape as they prepare to embark on their mission.