Scene One — The Decision Room: Where Coolness Meets Resolve
The dimly lit chamber seemed larger than its walls; the wooden table at its center felt like a platform upon which the fate of those unfamiliar with the other side of decisions was decided. Maps glowed faintly on the walls, and the soft hum of tracking devices whispered occasionally, like respiration that would not cease. Men and women sat positioned like soldiers at a table, holding only words — and some grew heavier with each passing argument.
Rafi Zeev stood, his body leaning slightly forward, his military presence filling the room. He spoke in a sharp voice governed by reason:
“If we do not launch a sustained, crushing campaign that piles pressure on the resistance’s structure, their core will remain capable of movement. We
