Mara pulled up the compound imagery. "Quinn, walk us through the facility."
Quinn stood, laser pointer in hand. "The compound is located twelve kilometers outside Mosul proper. Three buildings. Main residence here." She indicated a large structure with a red roof. "Security barracks here." A smaller building to the east. "Garage and storage here." West side.
She zoomed in. "Perimeter wall is three meters high. Reinforced concrete. Two main gates. North entrance for vehicles. South entrance for foot traffic. Both are guarded twenty-four hours."
"Internal security?" Mara asked.
"Twelve guards on rotation. Eight on duty at any given time. Four on perimeter patrol. Two at the main gates. Two inside the residence. Shifts change at 0600, 1400, and 2200 hours."
Quinn pulled up guard rotation schedules. "G.I.D.E.O.N. has been monitoring their patterns for the last eighteen hours. They're consistent. Professional. Former military, most of them."
"Weapons?"
"AK-47s standard. Side arms. One guard carries an RPG during daylight hours, probably for show. No heavy weapons visible, but that doesn't mean they're not stored in the arsenal."
Sloane tapped the screen. "What about the family's movements?"
Quinn switched to a different view. Heat signatures overlaid on the compound map. "Amira and Karim are confined to the main residence. They don't leave. Rashid comes and goes. Meets with buyers in the east building. Security detail accompanies him everywhere."
"So we're looking at a hard breach," Nadia said. "No way to intercept them outside the compound."
"Not unless we want to wait," Mara said. "And we can't wait. Once that convoy leaves, we lose Karim. Maybe permanently."
Winter was making calculations on her tablet. "Ninety-six hours. We need transport. Equipment. Local support if possible. Routes in and out. Medical staging. Safe houses."
Mara nodded, already working through the logistics in her head. "Quinn, what's our cleanest extraction route?"
Quinn zoomed out on the map. "There are three viable options. Option one: We drive northwest to the Turkish border. Seven hours on good roads. But it's the most obvious route. Nazari will expect it."
"Option two?"
"Southwest to Syria. Six hours. Less obvious, but we'd be crossing into another war zone. And it puts us closer to where the weapons shipment was headed. Could complicate things."
"Option three?"
Quinn highlighted a route heading east. "Erbil. Kurdish controlled territory. Four hours if we push hard. We've got contacts there. People who can get us across the border into Turkey with minimal questions."
Mara studied the map, weighing variables and probabilities. "Erbil," she decided. "Winter, coordinate with our contacts. I want a safe house staged. Medical supplies. Clean vehicles. Money in local currency. Everything we need to disappear for seventy-two hours while we arrange transport out."
Winter was already typing notes. "I'll have it ready."
"Sloane, pull together an intel package. Everything we know about Rashid Nazari's security detail. Names if possible. Photos. Service records. Anything that tells us how they'll react when we breach."
Sloane nodded.
"Kira, medical prep. Assume trauma. Physical abuse. Possible malnutrition in the boy. Psychological damage in both. I want you ready for anything."
"I'll have a full kit ready," Kira said.
Mara turned to Reese. "I need you running overwatch on this. You're staying here. If this goes sideways, you're the one coordinating extraction with local assets."
Reese's expression flickered. "You sure you don't want me flying you out?"
"I'm sure. Quinn's already working Turkish transport. I need you here managing the bigger picture. Shadow Veil can't stop operating just because we're running one mission."
Reese didn't look happy, but she nodded.
"Nadia," Mara said. "You're with me on this one. Close quarters combat. Breach and clear. I need someone I trust at my back."
