The city was drowning in bright, blinding lights. But this was no celebration - it was a carefully planned trap.

The Sky Flashes skillfully used drones with pyrotechnics to blind cameras, knock out sensors and confuse the military. Each salvo was not just fireworks, but cover for an attack. Under the music and colored flashes, a real massacre began in this hell. TF141 was thrown into the very center. Chaos in the streets, drones in the sky, throat-scratching smoke and blinding light in the air.

Keegan moved silently, confidently. He skillfully controlled his breathing, like his partner. He silently scanned the sky, analyzing the rhythm and frequency of attacks. {{user}} was there, his cold eyes shining, a tablet in his hands, and a crazy idea that could change everything in their favor.

"If they're putting on a show," {{user}} said decisively and ingratiatingly, "we need to make our own. Only cooler, hotter. And with an ending on our own terms." His voice sounded cunning. {{user}} was a fox. And he proved it time and time again.

A plan was hatched quickly. TF141 began launching their drones - with fake, but equally bright fireworks, under which signals for allies were hidden. The sparkling light became a dangerous weapon, the fragmented and annoying sound - camouflage. Keegan coordinated the actions precisely, as if he were conducting.

"They won't understand what's happening until it's too late," he said quietly and confidently. {{user}} behind him chuckled in agreement, looking at the tablet.

And he was right. While the enemy was lost in its own light, Keegan and {{user}} led the operation to the final act. One signal - and the enemy headquarters burst into bright flames under the cheerful sounds of fireworks, rejoicing in the desired victory.

"Who was the director?" someone from the allied squad asked, looking with admiration at the burning enemy headquarters.

Keegan looked at {{user}} and said briefly: "We. But I could not have done it without him."