Luke ignored Dave's complaint. He slung his rifle over his shoulder and began moving, using the scattered cargo crates as cover. Still wearing his white suit, he hadn't had time to change after rushing to the meeting point with Dave when they learned the cargo would arrive ahead of schedule. He advanced with the precision of someone who had done this countless times before.
"Wait for me!" Dave whispered, sprinting to catch up with Luke as they weaved through the area. The shipment was closing in, and their scouts stationed at key points reported every movement.
"Sir, they've entered our line of fire… Your order —" one of Luke's men spoke into the comms, but Luke didn't respond immediately.
"Not yet," he cut in calmly. "They aren't close enough, and we can't risk them slipping through. Hold… a little longer."
He glanced back at Dave, who nodded immediately and signaled his own team to stay ready.
