Three more UH-60s thundered into the Bataan skyline, black shapes against the moonlight, formation tight and precise. Their rotors kicked up clouds of ash and debris as they descended onto pre-designated landing zones cleared by Shadow Team. The moment skids hit earth, Overwatch reinforcements poured out in disciplined waves—tactical boots striking the ground in unison.
They came with mobile command kits, biometric scanners, portable containment tents, sealed crates of rations, medical supplies, and clean uniforms. None spoke beyond what was necessary. There were no wasted movements.
This was Phase Two.
And Overwatch never half-measured a lockdown.
Phillip met the first team at the courtyard—Alpha-5 Unit, twelve men and women with black visors and gray armbands marked INTEL & INTERROGATION. Their lead, a woman in sleek ceramic armor with a reinforced tablet strapped to her chest, saluted crisply.
