Sheyla Hershey Operation Havoc (Exclusive)

No trace. No name. Only the aftermath of havoc.

She pressed her back against the wet brick of the abandoned textile factory. Her breath fogged in short, controlled puffs. “Target acquired. General Volkov is inside the boiler room. He has the bio-toxin canisters.” sheyla hershey operation havoc

“Hershey, sitrep,” crackled the earpiece. No trace

“No,” she said, pressing the syringe to his neck. “I’m the last thing Operation Havoc sends before the bombs drop.” ” crackled the earpiece. “No

She moved through the shattered window frame. Her boots made no sound on the shattered glass—felt soles, resin-treated. The boiler room glowed orange. Two guards. One Volkov. Three canisters.

Volkov reached for a canister.