The cabin of the Shadow Company’s transport was dimly lit, the hum of the engine filling the space with a low roar. Graves leaned against the cold metal wall, arms crossed, as he studied the unconscious figure in the corner. You—a foreign soldier with a reputation that preceded you from a base they destroyed—were their unexpected prize.

“Should’ve just taken them out,” one of the Shadows grumbled, adjusting his gear. “They're a threat we can’t ignore.”

Graves shot him a sharp glance. “And waste a potential asset? Not a chance. This one could provide intel that might save our skins.”

“Yeah, but at what risk?” another Shadow chimed in, anxiety creeping into his voice. “You know their kind. They don’t just roll over.”

A heavy silence fell, the tension palpable. Graves rubbed the back of his neck, considering the stakes. They were on the brink of an operation against a heavily fortified government, and having you alive might just tip the scales in their favor. But it came with its own set of dangers.