The morning air was cool, but no one felt it. Not really.
It was Saturday, the day they had been planning for, counting down to, training for, and hoping wouldn't end in disaster. The day they were supposed to get Elliot back.
It was early in the morning when Raymond, Alex, Zane, and seven handpicked men were already suited up and ready, meeting in the compound of the Gatehouse.
Everywhere was quiet. Not a single unnecessary word had been said since they arrived. Just the sound of boots shifting on concrete and weapons being checked one final time.
Zane had personally made the calls earlier that week, bringing in men who had worked in private extractions, military rescue, and underground missions. Men who didn't need to be told twice.
Now they stood in full black gear, all focused and prepared.
Raymond stood in front of them, hands behind his back. The silence around him demanded attention as he took one step forward.
