Amaya's pov 

 The facility looks abandoned from the outside.

 We're parked half a mile away, hidden in a grove of trees. The building is three stories, industrial gray, surrounded by a chain-link fence with barbed wire. A single security guard is visible at the front gate.

 It's 11 PM. We've been watching for two hours.

 "This can't be it," I murmur from the back seat. "It's too... empty."

 "That's the point," Javier says from behind the wheel. He's got binoculars trained on the building. "Make it look abandoned so nobody asks questions."

 Luciano's in the passenger seat with a laptop, monitoring thermal imaging he somehow acquired. "There's activity inside. At...