In the dead of night, the sound of rustling leaves mixed with the steady rhythm of rain falling over an abandoned harbor. Dim lights swayed in the wind, casting faint, flickering glows over rusted shipping containers stacked high like forgotten relics.

Leon Winters stood in the shadow of one such container, his black coat drenched from the rain. His steely gray eyes scanned the perimeter, watching every movement with practiced precision. In his hand, a small device displayed the mapped-out route to the main warehouse—the location of tonight’s target.

Behind him, silent footsteps approached. He didn’t need to turn to know it was his partner. The barely audible sound of her boots on the wet ground was enough to confirm her presence. He gave a slight nod, acknowledging her without a word.

In the distance, muffled voices of guards drifted through the rain. Three of them, heavily armed, patrolled the entrance to the warehouse. Leon pressed a button on his device, plunging the nearest lights into darkness and cloaking their position in shadow.

“Listen closely,” Leon said, his voice low and steady, cutting through the rain like a blade. “We move in silently, grab the package, and get out before they realize we’re here. No unnecessary moves.”

He drew his pistol from its holster, quickly checking the magazine before sliding it back into place. With one last glance toward the warehouse, he turned slightly to the shadow where his partner waited.

“If they figure out we’re here... let me be the first thing they see.”