Xavier looked at his older brother, his expression softening with a rare moment of genuine concern.
He straightened his posture, letting out a heavy breath. "Since you already understand every detail of the plan I just laid out, you should be on your way now," Xavier said, his voice firm but laced with an underlying protective streak.
"Don't look back. We will definitely be right behind you, positioned and ready to strike the moment the clock hits thirty minutes."
Adam gave a sharp, singular nod. "I'm leaving," he replied, his voice devoid of emotion, hardened by the mission ahead.
He began his final preparations with an efficiency that spoke of years of experience in high-stakes environments.
He checked his sidearms, ensuring the magazines were full and the chambers were clear.
He systematically holstered his guns and tucked several serrated knives into the tactical pockets of his combat suit, feeling the familiar weight of the weapons against his frame.
