Lone Target -

As Elias shifted his weight on the rusted fire escape, the target did something unexpected. He looked up, directly into the lens of the sniper's scope, and raised a ceramic cup in a mock toast.

The target walked calmly into the shadows of an alleyway. Elias had a clear shot—a "lone target" in a perfect kill zone. But the data drive on the table pulsed with a rhythm that matched Elias’s own heartbeat. Lone Target

The target sat alone at a corner table of a neon-drenched noodle stall, seemingly oblivious to the humming drones and the desperate pulse of the city around him. In a world where everyone was connected by neural links and social feeds, being truly "lone" was a death sentence or a statement of power. For this man, it was clearly the latter. As Elias shifted his weight on the rusted