After a long night and a tedious day waiting for the convoy for the capital raid, nightfall finally came. The convoy rolled past the small cave nestled in the desert where the siblings had been waiting.

  The siblings peeked out from the cave and observed the elite squad.

  "This the convoy?" Omen asked as they stepped out.

  One of the elite squad members gave a casual nod. "Yup, from a nearby farm village. Was almost too easy."

  "Sweet. So, how do we play this?" Omen pressed.

  The elite squad member leaned in, his tone matter-of-fact. "You come with us, posing as villagers delivering supplies. We head to the designated spot, take over the building while you do your part, and then we all regroup and drive out. Simple."

  "And if it doesn't go so smoothly?" Blood interjected, his tone sharp.

  The squad member shrugged. "Then you call your suits, and we do it the hard way. Easy enough."

  "Right..."

  Omen narrowed her eyes. "What's in this convoy, anyway?"

  The driver chimed in from the front. "Food. Basic supplies, stuff like that."

  Omen turned to her brother. "Well, I'm ready. You good, Blood?"

  Blood gave a curt nod.

  The elite squad member motioned toward the convoy. "Alright. Get in the second truck, and we'll head out."

  As he climbed into the first truck, the driver in the lead glanced at Omen through the rearview mirror, his gaze lingering a little too long.

  The siblings settled into the second truck. Their driver, puffing on a cigar, didn't even glance their way. The radio crackled to life.

  "We're set. Let's move," the lead truck called out.

  The convoy began to roll, moving in a tight, single-line formation through the barren landscape.

  Omen leaned forward, her voice laced with sarcasm. "The capital... Moving up in the world, aren't we?"

  The driver said nothing, his focus unwavering.

  "Bet the guy up front's more fun than you," she quipped with a scoff, leaning back as her brother silently stared out the window, the faint silhouette of the capital now visible in the distance.

  When they reached the gates, the air grew tense. The trucks rumbled over rotting corpses, their frames shaking with each bump. Spotlights snapped onto the convoy, and turrets swiveled to track their every move.

  A masked guard approached, his glowing red eyes casting an eerie hue over the scene, trench coat waved from the cold night breeze. "Identification," he ordered, with a voice changer, a deep growl.

  The driver leaned out of the window, presenting his face to a scanning device that emitted a thin red beam.

  "Passenger," the guard demanded next.

  The elite member in the passenger seat complied, his face scanned and approved. In the rearview mirror, he noticed other guards inspecting the cargo.

  "Reason for arrival?" the guard asked, his tone probing.

  "Food supply," the driver replied tersely.

  "From?"

  A burst of static cut through the exchange as a voice barked over the guard's radio. "For God's sake, what's taking so long?"

  The guard responded quickly. "Nothing, sir. They'll pass shortly." He turned back to the driver. "You can go."

  The lead truck rolled forward, the rest of the convoy following suit. When the siblings' truck approached, the guard stepped forward again.

  "Identification."

  The driver leaned in for scanning.

  "Passengers," the guard demanded.

  Omen hesitated as she moved closer. Her nervousness showed—she didn't know anything about identification.

  The guard's gaze shifted to Blood. "Other one."

  Blood locked eyes with the guard, his tone daring. "Like what you see?"

  The scan completed with a beep, but the guard didn't back down. "Watch your tone, boy. Go on—last truck will be done in a sec."

  The driver eased the truck forward, murmuring under his breath. "Don't make a scene."

  Blood scoffed, slouching back in his seat.

  The radio crackled again. "What happened back there?"

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  "Nothing. We're all good," their driver assured the convoy leader, determined to avoid unnecessary trouble.

  "Let's move. All clear back here," the rear truck confirmed, and the convoy resumed its journey.

  The capital loomed larger as they entered its bustling heart. Bright lights lit up the streets, where stoplights guided heavy traffic. Clubs and bars lined every corner, their neon signs glowing against the night sky. Cars zipped past, and crowds moved with purpose.

  Music filled the air, mingling with the tantalizing aromas of street food wafting through the vents.

  Omen grinned as she nudged her brother. "The food... You smell that, Seth?"

  Blood gave a rare smile, his gaze fixed on the lively streets. For a moment, the siblings looked like curious children, pressed against the windows as they took it all in.

  The driver noticed their uncharacteristic behavior but said nothing, a small smile tugging at his lips. He kept their secret. Let everyone else think they were cold-blooded killers.

  They arrived at the warehouse and parked behind the lead truck. The driver turned to the siblings. "Remember the job. Do what's necessary."

  Omen and Blood nodded, stepping out of the truck.

  The radio crackled with an order. "Masks on," barked the passenger in the lead truck.

  The siblings pulled up the neck bandanas handed to them by their driver.

  "There's a back door. Blood, you two head that way. We'll cover this entrance," an elite member instructed.

  Omen and Blood moved to the rear of the building and quickly found the door.

  Once inside, the other elite members created a distraction at the front, drawing the guards' attention. Moving with precision, the siblings silently neutralized the distracted guards, choking them out one by one coming through the main entrence, clearing the entire building themselves.

  From above, the elite members took out remaining guards on the rooftops with silent weaponry.

  "All clear. We'll keep watch for unwanted visitors. I've got a map of the capital here—come take a look," an elite member called, spreading the map on a table and casually shoving food boxes to the floor.

  "Check the weapons warehouse first. See if the prototype is there. If not, they might've gone to a nearby bar to celebrate. Ask around—they probably toasted their little victory over that old subway."

  "Ask around? Right...yeah sure." Said Omen with a sarcastic tone, she had something else already in mind.

  The siblings exited the building, pulling off their bandanas and letting them rest around their necks like scarves. Emerging from a side street, they found themselves on a dimly lit boulevard. The stark contrast in lighting hit them immediately—the bustling, brightly lit center stood in sharp contrast to the shadowy, desolate side streets.

  As they walked toward the weapons warehouse, Seth couldn't hide his fascination with the city. His eyes darted around, taking in the lively streets. Sarah noticed and smiled.

  "Beautiful, isn't it?" she said softly, slipping her hand into her brother's.

  "Yeah...reminds me of where we used to live."

  "You miss it?"

  "Yeah...what I remember of it, at least."

  Sarah chuckled. "We could hide out here when we're done, you know—make it our place."

  "If we can," Seth said, his lips curling into a small smile.

  Despite the gravity of their mission, the siblings enjoyed the fleeting moment of calm as they strolled through the streets.

  When they reached the warehouse, Sarah pulled Seth into a nearby alley, pressing herself against the wall for cover. She scanned the building, her sharp eyes taking in the cameras, spotlights, and guards.

  "Alright, how are we doing this?" Seth asked, glancing at her.

  "They've got security systems up. I'll handle that, but we've gotta be silent."

  "And we're unarmed," Seth reminded her.

  "We don't need weapons, Seth. Who do you think we are?" she teased, giggling softly.

  Seth grinned. "Alright then, what's the plan?"

  "We jump to the roof from this building, I loop the cameras, and we take the security room. Once that's done, we grab whatever weapons we can find and take out the rest."

  "Silenced, preferably," Sarah added with a smirk. Seth nodded, following her lead.

  They headed into the nearby apartment building, climbing the creaky, echoing stairs. Drug addicts loitered in the halls, their eyes following the siblings, especially Sarah. She shot them a cold, piercing glare that made them quickly avert their gaze.

  At the top, they opened the rooftop door and stepped into the night air. Standing on the ledge, they assessed the gap to the warehouse roof.

  "Ten-story jump...just don't make too much noise," Sarah joked, her voice light.

  "Silent as a mouse," Seth whispered with a grin. Without hesitation, he sprinted forward and leapt, pulling his bandana over his face mid-air. He landed with a dull thud that echoed across the warehouse, immediately catching the guards' attention.

  Sarah's parasite activated.

  Her vision sharpened, highlighting every camera and hackable system in a glowing overlay. With a squint of her eyes and a nose bleed, she looped the camera feeds, rendering the guards blind. But the strain hit her instantly—a sharp nosebleed dripped down, and a pounding headache throbbed at her temples.

  Seth's parasite kicked in milliseconds later.

  He kicked a hole into the roof, jumping down as a sudden chill raced down his spine, warning him of imminent danger. Moving with inhuman speed, he ducked into cover just before the guards opened fire. Sarah landed on the roof moments later, hacking into their communication systems. The guards were now deaf, blind, and utterly disoriented.

  Seth capitalized on the chaos, flanking the squad with surgical precision. He crept up behind the furthest guard, snapping his neck in one swift motion. With the guard's weapon in hand, Seth sprayed bullets across the unsuspecting squad, taking them all down before they could react.

  Sarah jumped down from the roof grabbing an assault rifle from a fallen guard as the siblings made their way to the communications room.

  "Come on, why won't you answer?!" a panicked voice crackled through the room.

  The siblings kicked down the door, startling the unarmed cameramen inside. Seth wasted no time, shooting one man in the leg and turning to the other.

  "Where's the assault robot?" he demanded, his voice icy.

  "I-I don't—"

  A gunshot rang out as Seth shot the injured man's other leg. The second cameraman recoiled in horror.

  "You tell me, or he dies painfully. Where's the damn robot?"

  Sarah scanned the room, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "Found camera footage," she announced. "I can chain-hack the city's cameras to follow them."

  "Let him talk first, then we'll see," Seth said, his gun unwavering.

  The terrified cameraman stammered, "T-they went to The Capitals Bar...biggest bar in the city..."

  "S?" Seth asked.

  "He's right," Sarah confirmed, her voice calm despite the tension. "I traced them through the city—they left here not long ago and headed straight to the bar."

  "Guess the guy was was telling the truth," Seth muttered before shooting the injured man in the head. He turned to the other, who sobbed uncontrollably.

  "Killing me won't...sol-ve any...thin—"

  Another gunshot silenced him.

  "Wipe the footage. Let's move. Someone must've heard the gunfire," Seth ordered.

  "It was looped anyway, Are we calling the suits? We know where they are now," Sarah asked, standing up.

  "Yeah, call them in," Seth replied.

  Before they could leave, the sound of doors creaking open filled the warehouse. Armed squads poured in, surrounding them.

  "Guess we do this the fun way?" Sarah said, smirking.

  "After we deal with those guys.."