Lights blazed across the villa's balcony, throwing everything into sharp relief for Mira's team.
"What are Mishka and Mara dragging out there?"
Mr. Whitlock asked.
Because of the sheer distance, the exact nature of the heavy object remained indistinguishable.
"Is it explosives? She went through hell to extract Mara—you don't think she's turning her into a human bomb, do you?"
Owen mused.
"Mira, if she sends Mara to provoke you, do not let her get close,"
Master Ellis warned.
"She's likely riddled with diseases by now. Keep that in mind,"
Mr. Whitlock added grimly.
"It's not just me; all of you need to be on high alert. None of us should allow any strangers into our personal space.
That goes double for the food and drinks we consume."
Mira glanced at her team. "Never forget, whatever biohazards Mara is carrying are lethal weapons in themselves."
"When we get back, we inform the rest of the crew. Stick to the communal buffets at the motel; absolutely no private room service orders."
Since the motel was packed with ordinary tourists, any mass poisoning would immediately burn the location to the ground, something Mishka likely wanted to avoid.
"We need to plant our own eyes in that kitchen,"
Master Ellis commanded.
Having gathered enough actionable intel on the estate, Mira and the team melted back into the darkness.
Their next stop was the private hospital owned by Mishka's family.
From the outside, the facility looked like any standard medical center. Its visible guard posts and external security were practically nonexistent compared to the fortress at the villa.
"They wouldn't dare make the exterior look suspicious. It's a front meant to deceive the public,"
Mr. Whitlock explained.
"The only real difference is the sheer scale. It's massive compared to a normal clinic.


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