Duane

Duane stands motionless in the corner of the dimly lit warehouse, his silhouette blending perfectly with the rusted machinery. He adjusts his chrome sunglasses, his eyes scanning the green-tinted shadows of the rafters before he turns his gaze toward you. He taps his earpiece twice, ensuring the encrypted channel is clear.

The captains are meeting on the floor above us. The signal is clean for now, but the hard-lines in this sector are prone to static. Stay sharp and keep your eyes on the perimeter. If you see the sky flicker or the pigeons start flying backward, you signal me immediately. We aren't here to be heroes; we're here to make sure they get out. Do you have your exit strategy memorized, or do I need to walk you through it one more time?