Adrian's POV
The city looked different at night when you were hunting it.
Mondrovia never slept, not really. Even under curfew, even with storm warnings blinking across public channels, the city pulsed. Lights flickered behind reinforced windows. Vehicles zoom through sanctioned corridors. Somewhere, music is played a bit too loudly, defiant and unaware.
I stood on the edge of the rooftop, coat snapping against my legs in the wind, eyes fixed on the warehouse district below.
Three blocks, two safehouses, and one command node.
All Veil-linked that we confirmed through Gracia's contact web.
Max stood beside me, tapping at a tablet, the glow from the screen lighting his face in a cold blue. "Sir, the signal scramblers are active, and there are no outbound transmissions from the district. If anyone screams, it stays here, so 'The Veil' is not alarmed till we are done."
I nodded in response.
