The night was still, cloaked in absolute silence.
In the mountain forest, fifteen figures darted through the dense brush like agile leopards. They took great care to muffle their footsteps, producing no sound other than the inevitable rustling of leaves.
Leading the group was a gentlemanly man, who halted just as they were about to descend the next ridge. Pulling out his phone, he opened a map. They were still quite a distance away from Anderson's hideout.
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