The night was silent and heavy, the air thick with the weight of impending violence.
Ariella crouched behind the stone wall bordering Ravelle House, her team spread out around her in strategic positions.
The estate loomed before them—an opulent Parisian mansion, a relic of old wealth and dark power. This was where the true architects of the Order hid, wrapped in luxury while they pulled the strings of the world.
But tonight? The game was ending.
Leo's voice came through the earpiece. "Guards at every entrance. High-end surveillance. This won't be quiet."
Ariella smirked, checking her gun. "Then let's make it loud."
She turned to Carter and Vincent. "You know the plan. Infiltrate. Cut their communication. Take out the threats."
Vincent grinned, twirling a knife. "And if things go sideways?"
Ariella's eyes darkened.
"Burn it all."
The First Strike
Leo took the first shot, a silencer muffling the sound as the rooftop guard collapsed.
