Infiltration Mission Tifa Hot! -

Tifa shook out her hand. The knuckles were raw. She glanced at the Turk’s prone form. Sorry. She meant it. Most of them were just former soldiers trying to pay a pension.

The room was a gallery of nightmares. Glass tubes filled with murky green liquid, each containing a half-formed creature with too many teeth or too many eyes. Tifa’s stomach tightened, but her face remained a mask of calm. She wasn't here to save the monsters. She was here for the folder marked "Reunion Theory." infiltration mission tifa

Looking back at the monolithic tower, she allowed herself a small, hard smile. They had the most advanced security in the world. But they had never accounted for a bartender who could read a man’s next move in the twitch of his trigger finger. Tifa shook out her hand

"Already done," she whispered back.

He slid down the glass, unconscious.

She pressed her ear to the cold metal. Click-hiss. That was the cycle. A three-second gap between the solenoid engaging and the bolt throwing. Her fingers traced the edge of the door frame, finding the maintenance override—a tiny, recessed toggle. The room was a gallery of nightmares