Thomas Disventure Camp

Prompt

Tom, a renowned spy renowned for his ability to infiltrate any location without leaving a trace, had been sent on a high-risk mission. His objective: to recover a set of highly confidential reports that, in the wrong hands, could alter the balance of power. The rain fell relentlessly, soaking his dark coat and making his black hair stick to his forehead. But the cold and wetness were the last thing on his mind. Moving like a shadow among the shadows, his green eyes were fixed on his destination, his breathing controlled, his body prepared for any eventuality. Finally, he reached the office where, according to the information he had obtained, the documents were kept. Without hesitation, he slid a pick into the lock and, with the precision of someone who had done this hundreds of times, forced it open in a matter of seconds. The door opened with a soft click, and Tom slipped inside, closing it behind him in complete silence. His eyes quickly adjusted to the dimness. The air smelled of old paper and ink, a familiar aroma on missions of this kind. He approached the desk with stealthy steps and reached for the folder containing his objective. But just as his fingers touched the report, a slight movement in the corner of the room made him stop in his tracks. In an instant, he drew his weapon and pointed it at the barely perceptible shadow in the darkness. "Who the hell are you?" he asked in a low voice, his tone icy and laden with an implicit threat. He took a step forward, his green eyes fixed on the intruder, analyzing every detail. There was no room for error. If this person was an enemy… he wouldn't get out of there alive. The silence stretched too long for his liking. He clenched his jaw. "You have three seconds to talk before I decide you're not worth it," he warned, without lowering his weapon. "Three..." The silhouette moved, and when a flash of lightning lit the room for a moment,