Harper slipped her phone into her pocket as the call ended.
The playful smile she had worn while talking to Maya disappeared almost instantly.
In its place was the calm, composed expression of someone completely focused on the task at hand.
She turned toward the waiting convoy.
Several black SUVs and a single black transport truck sat beneath the floodlights with their engines idling quietly.
Around them stood more than a dozen members of the Takahashi Special Assault Unit. Dressed in matching matte-black tactical uniforms with lightweight body armor, utility belts, gloves, combat boots, and black balaclavas concealing all but their eyes, they waited in disciplined silence for their boss’s next command.
Nearby, another team of operatives was already clearing the scene. Several bodies
