The morning after the strike, Genesis headquarters was in chaos. Alarms blared, encrypted channels overflowed with emergency reports, and a dozen command screens flickered with alerts. The organization's web of control—once perfect in its precision—now trembled under the weight of unseen sabotage.
Director Renard stood at the center of the command hall, his sharp gaze cutting through the room's tension. "Status," he demanded.
"Multiple sectors compromised, sir," replied an analyst, her voice tight with fear. "Southern depots offline. Northern relay networks unresponsive. Estimated material losses are at forty percent and rising. We suspect coordinated infiltration."
Renard's jaw tightened. He had led Genesis through a decade of unbroken control, through wars of data and shadow, through
