The hangar bay was busy and loud. Small blue sparks flew through the air as workers fixed the metal plating on the craft. One could feel the floor shaking from the power of the aircraft's engines warming up.
Hades stood like a statue carved from shadow, his arms crossed over his chest, watching his men. He wasn't just bringing a security detail; he was bringing a small, terrifying army.
Two full squads were prepping. One was visible_ men in matte-black tactical gear, checking their rifles with rhythmic clicks and snaps. The other squad was invisible and ready to kill. To the naked eye, they were nothing more than a slight shimmer in the air, a ripple like heat rising off asphalt. Hades knew exactly where every one of them stood. He didn't believe in "fair fights." He believed in overwhelming finishes, and the invisible squad was for backup.
