At the Zone
Two days later, in Shanghai.
"This is Specters 0-1, we are approaching the zone, how to copy," Graves said.
"This is Eagle Actual, we copied you Specter 0-1, we are monitoring your approach in Shanghai, and no anomalies or movement were detected near the previous encounter site. Maintain visual contact and proceed with caution," responded Eagle Actual, their voice crackling slightly through the comms.
Graves nodded to his team, their faces set in determined lines under the glow of the red cabin lights inside the Blackhawk helicopter. The rotors thundered above them, a relentless beat against the quiet of the pre-dawn hour. As the helicopter hovered above the designated drop zone, a gust of wind whipped through the open doors, carrying the faint, acrid scent of smoke from the city below.