Chapter 78: Coalesced
Elmira stood in front of the full-body mirror, her movements swift and precise as she secured her weapons. The form-fitting black bodysuit she wore clung to her frame. Her slim-fit pants, equipped with multiple adjustable belts and metallic zippers, shimmered faintly under the fluorescent lights. The thick, multi-buckled belt at her waist carried holsters for her daggers and guns, which she slipped into place with practiced ease. Small knives and other tools disappeared into the straps on her thighs and calves.
"Is he on the move yet?" Elmira asked.
At the center of the room, one of her subordinates sat hunched over a laptop on a large, steel table cluttered with an arsenal of weapons and high-tech devices. The glow of the screen reflected on his face as he typed rapidly.
"Not yet," he replied without looking up. "Still at the mansion." Then he glanced at his watch. "The attack will be happening in forty minutes from now.
You just have to be there around that time.
Elmira adjusted her fingerless gloves and picked up a slim, breathable mask from the table. She slid it over her face, the material molding to her features. Flexing her fingers, she tested her grip before reaching for a compact black case resting on the edge of the table.
"Alright. I have to go," she said, her voice muffled but firm.
The room was dimly lit, save for the soft illumination of the shelves lined with weapons and the flicker of computer monitors. Elmira’s boots clicked softly against the concrete floor as she exited, the sound fading into the shadows of the long, narrow corridor. The dark walls seemed to absorb her presence, her silhouette barely discernible under the faint glow of overhead lights.
Outside, the cold night air greeted her. She strode confidently to her sleek black car parked by the pavement, her case in hand. The vehicle’s polished surface gleamed under the dim streetlights, a shadow among shadows. Opening the passenger-side door, she placed the case on the seat before circling to the driver’s side.