The assassins crouched on the ledge, the wind howling this high up. Nexus Tower's neon strips pulsed faintly against their gear. They whispered plans back and forth through comms.
"Door locks are layered. Too many codes. If we hack it, we'll be sitting ducks."
"Blasting's out. Security'll have us bagged in under two minutes."
"Windows sealed—thermal reads show glass sensors. Try cutting, you trip the alarms."
They argued in circles, irritation simmering, until one assassin froze, visor catching a faint reading.
"Wait. Kitchen window."
The others turned. Sure enough, tucked in the far corner, a panel was cracked open just enough. An oversight. A gift.
He signaled the boss. "Clear entry point."
The leader peered over, lips twitching. "Well, well. Looks like our genius left us a welcome mat."
