The industrial district of Carmine City was a sprawling graveyard of rusted shipping containers and dilapidated factories, bathed in the sickly amber glow of sodium streetlamps.
Perched high on the rusted gantry of a derelict crane, Jayden crouched in absolute silence. His tactical suit blended seamlessly with the night, and his invisibility was active, rendering him completely imperceptible to the naked eye. Beneath the mask, his Dragon Eyes were locked onto the massive, corrugated steel warehouse across the street.
His vision was shifted to the thermal spectrum, painting the world in stark hues of orange and blue. Inside the warehouse, half a dozen bright red heat signatures clustered together. All having the shape of men. But in the center of them stood a localized void of absolute zero—a pitch-black silhouette radiating an unnatural, freezing aura.
It was Frost.
