Far, far from the sun-drenched slopes of Oxglen, in a region where the skies were perpetually grey and the ground was hard and cold, Subject #009 received her update.
The message came through a small, black communication stone, which couldn't be traced like a regular smartphone. A single line of text flickered briefly on its surface: Target located. Oxglen municipality. Deploying coordinates.
She stood in a sterile white hangar, already dressed for travel in a form-fitting grey and black combat suit. Her crimson hair was bound tightly back. Her golden, storm-lit eyes showed no reaction. Two figures waited silently nearby—Operative Sigma and Operative Rho. They were tall, masked, and moved with a lethal, mechanical precision. They were not partners; they were appendages, extensions of her will for this mission.
