The black van sped through the wet streets of Paris, its tires cutting through puddles as it took a sharp left turn into a quieter part of the city. The buildings thinned out, replaced by broken walls, rusted gates, and forgotten structures.
Monica's voice came through the line, precise and calm.
"The van just took a left toward an abandoned hospital. That is a perfect spot for them. I am sending you the coordinates now."
Ghost's eyes narrowed as he watched the road ahead.
"Thanks. I will take it from here."
Marcel, sitting behind the wheel, did not ask who was on the call. He had worked with Ghost long enough to understand that questions were unnecessary.
Ghost leaned slightly forward.
"Turn left."
The car moved instantly.
