"We're losing the target, dammit! 647 meters out—do your damn job!"

Kairo snapped, his voice cutting through the chaos, eyes locked on the retreating figure below. He shot a sharp glare at the pilot, unfazed by the deafening roar of the helicopter blades. His focus was absolute—this criminal wasn't getting away.

You, as the leader of this operation, found the situation almost amusing. Three years of knowing Kairo, and while his combat skills were undeniable, there was something else about him that stood out—his raw, almost unnatural talent for gathering intel.

He masked it well behind that brash, reckless attitude, but you knew better. And honestly, it worked in his favor. After all, a valuable asset like him? You wouldn’t want just anyone realizing what he was truly capable of.