Jason, Falcon 1, and Falcon 2 immediately began securing the massive area. The alley was a gruesome scene of destroyed vehicles and fallen men.
"Falcon 1, secure the warehouse," Jason ordered, his voice sharp. "Falcon 2, gather every surviving member of Celestial's team—dead or alive—and transport them to the headquarters. We need to scavenge their tactical gear and, more importantly, any communications logs or ID tags. We need to know who we just fought."
The remaining Royal's obeyed instantly, moving with grim efficiency to clear the scene of any evidence linking the battle to them.
Meanwhile, Ethan, hidden in the shadows, slowly dragged his injured body away from the main chaos. His chest was screaming, and the technical readouts from the System still flashed warnings about his cracked ribs. He knew he couldn't stay near the North End operation. His presence would compromise Jason and link him directly to Royal Private Security.
