Bad News for the Elves

"Reaper to Shadow Actual," the pilot's voice crackled through Vincent's radio. 

"Go ahead, Reaper," Vincent responded.

"Strike was successful. Target area is neutralized," the pilot reported. "Initial scans indicate multiple casualties, but we're picking up one heat signature still moving."

Vincent's eyes narrowed. "One? Can you confirm?"

"Affirmative, Shadow Actual. We're initiating another sweep to track the movement," the pilot replied.

"So there are 21 of them in total," he muttered, staring at the notification interface hovering in his vision. It was a reminder of the stakes and the lengths they would have to go to eliminate every threat. He couldn't afford to let a single loose end slip through his grasp.

"Reaper, eliminate the target," Vincent ordered, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

"Copy that, Shadow Actual. Engaging target now," the Reaper pilot responded professionally.