MEETING DURING MISSION

Sun, 23 Feb 2025 14:47:25 +0000

The dim glow of flickering warehouse lights cast long shadows across the cold, concrete floor. The air was thick with tension, laced with the faint scent of gunpowder and steel. Vedant Suryavanshi moved like a phantom through the darkness, his footsteps soundless, his breathing steady. He had done this a hundred times before—infiltrating, eliminating, conquering.