As the Blackhawk helicopter touched down, the powerful gusts of wind from its rotors ruffled Elara's tailored suit. Stepping out with confident strides, she was met by a stern Navy SEAL sergeant who snapped to attention.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Elara," the sergeant greeted, his voice firm and respectful. She looked him up and down, her eyes sharp and assessing.

"Afternoon, Sergeant," she replied with a critical half-smile. "I assume everything is prepared as requested?"