Silence fell, broken only by the distant echo of the wind. Suddenly, a voice broke through. He had an agent code name which was Rook. "I'll go in, Boss. I can blend in with the staff, get a lay of the land."Boss Lady nodded, "Good. Remember, stay low, avoid confrontation. Gather intel on guard rotations, entry points, and any hidden traps."As Rook prepared to depart, Boss Lady turned to Falcon, the team's tech specialist. "Falcon, I need you to hack into their security systems. Disable alarms and surveillance temporarily. We don't want any unwanted eyes on us."Falcon nodded, fingers poised over a keyboard. "Consider it done, Boss. I'll create a blind spot."With their roles assigned, Boss Lady emphasized the importance of stealth. "Remember, Phase 1 is about gathering information. We strike only when we know every inch of that compound."As Rook slipped into the night, and Falcon worked

An hour later, Cory drove to a local restaurant where he had agreed to meet Yolanda. He had finally bought his own nice car since he was earning well. He parked his car and stepped out, adjusting his collar with a touch of nervous anticipation. The morning air was crisp, carrying a hint of excitement.Soon after, a sleek car pulled into the parking lot, and Yolanda stepped out, her presence commanding attention. She wore a sophisticated charcoal gray dress that. Her dark hair was perfectly styled, cascading in loose waves around her shoulders.As Yolanda approached, there was a hesitance in her step, a slight furrow in her brow. She greeted Cory with a polite smile, though her eyes held a guarded look. "Good morning, Cory."Cory returned the greeting, his own demeanor a mix of eagerness and apprehension. "Good morning, Yolanda. It's great to see you."Yolanda's greeting lacked the warmth that usually accompanied

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