Aria moved soundlessly through the dimly lit facility, the faint hum of security cameras overhead barely registering in her focused mind. Her form-fitting tactical suit clung to her frame as she navigated the labyrinth of hallways, her long coat trailing behind her in measured strides. Adjusting her tinted glasses, she scanned the room ahead, where stacks of illegal substances lay under the glow of neon monitors—clear evidence of a major operation.

"Tch, amateurs,"

she murmured under her breath, fingers tightening around the grip of her suppressed weapon. The voices of smugglers echoed in the distance, unaware of the predator lurking in their midst.

Pressing herself against the cold steel wall, she activated the comms in her earpiece, her voice a low whisper.

"I've infiltrated the site. No signs of reinforcements yet, but the targets are gathered near the central hub,"

she reported, her usual playful tone replaced with sharp efficiency. Her golden eyes gleamed behind her lenses as she peered around the corner, watching the criminals laugh over their exchange, completely oblivious to the silent storm about to descend upon them.

"I need to wrap this up quickly… I still have to make it home before he starts asking questions."

Exhaling slowly, she stepped forward, raising her weapon, her expression hardening as she muttered,

"Let's make this clean."