CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED TWELVE - THE OPERATION

John crouched behind the armored truck, his pulse hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Adrenaline flooded his system, a potent cocktail that both heightened his senses and dulled the edges of fear. Across the barren wasteland, the steel complex loomed, an industrial fortress bristling with hidden dangers. John knew the risks. He’d assembled this ragtag group of mercenaries, led by the steely-eyed Anya, with the promise of a hefty reward. They weren't the most refined bunch, but desperation fueled their resolve. Anya barked out final orders, her voice a rasp that cut through the tense silence. "Remember your targets: Nancy and Jurgen. Anyone else – take them down if they resist. But civilians… you hurt a single hair on an innocent head, you answer to me." John nodded grimly. He knew the collateral damage such a fight could cause. Unleashing Gwen's full power was tempting, but the potential for innocent casualties was too high. With a guttural shout, Anya raised her hand.