Doctors' new secret base. 7:30 p.m.
"It's time. Let's move in."
Aiden spoke in a low, commanding tone, content with the level of darkness that had finally swallowed the field.
The heavy silence of the night relieved him; there had been no occurrences, no surprises—the plan was going exactly as arranged. The doctors hadn't left the house, not a single shadow had crossed the windows.
He gestured with his fingers—index and middle in a sharp up-and-down motion. Instantly, the agents flanking him responded like clockwork, crouching low as they darted forward in silence, their boots whispering against the damp grass as they slid into their designated positions.
His own heart beat in slow, deliberate thuds, a soldier's rhythm. The stillness before the storm.
