Stellar and her small crew had been monitoring the processing center for weeks. Huddled in their makeshift surveillance van, they watched the high fences and imposing buildings of the facility with an unyielding determination. Their mission was simple in concept: infiltrate the center and rescue the children trapped within its cold, unforgiving walls. But in practice, it was proving to be a labyrinthine puzzle, each piece slipping frustratingly out of reach.
They desperately needed a delivery schedule, a timeline of when the trucks carrying children would arrive at the facility. Yet, despite their meticulous observations, they had discovered that the arrival of the children was entirely random, the vehicles used for transport equally unpredictable. Frustration had settled in, a thick cloud that seemed to obscure any semblance of a rescue plan.
Stellar, her determination unwavering, adjusted the headphones she wore as she peered at the facility through binoculars. Her crew members, each with their own set of skills and experiences, shared her frustration. They knew that the clock was ticking for these innocent children, and every passing day brought them closer to a life of captivity and exploitation.