Dahlia, Clara, and Eliza gathered inside one of the private preparation rooms near the docks.
Dahlia tightened the straps around her wrist guards and glanced at the other two. "Are you both ready?"
Clara was sitting on a bench, tying her hair up into a high ponytail.
She grinned without looking up. "Of course. I've been bored all week."
Eliza stood near the door, adjusting the small blade hidden at her thigh. She gave a quiet nod. "Ready."
Dahlia rolled her shoulders once and checked the small waterproof pouch tied around her waist.
"Okay, let me tell you that there will be no flashy entrances or explosions. We go in and clear the base in silence."
Clara stood up and stretched her arms over her head. "So boring. Are you sure you don't want at least one dramatic entrance?"
Dahlia shot her a look. "This is our secret attack, not the sect's one."
Clara placed a hand over her chest dramatically. "Fine, fine. I'll behave."
