"Every sector unit move out now!" Boss Malakor's harsh, gravelly voice echoed through the concrete room. "We burn Vesper to the ground tonight!"
The harsh audio feed cut off into crisp static, leaving an eerie silence hanging inside the subterranean vault.
Jax's hands hovered over the mechanical keyboard, his face pale under the cold blue light of the monitors.
"Did the system pinpoint their exact broadcast origin?" Rafael asked, his voice calm, measured, and entirely unbothered.
"Tracing the signal relay right now, boss," Jax replied, tapping a rapid rhythm across the brass keys.
"It originated from a high-frequency transmitter operating inside the old industrial zone near Sector 7," Jax added a moment later.
Lyra folded her arms across her chest, her amber eyes reflecting the
