Back at the CIA Headquarters—
The facility stood like a fortress.
Steel walls. Reinforced glass. Surveillance cameras rotating at every angle.
Drones hovered silently across the ceiling grids. Armed military personnel stood at every checkpoint.
Technicians moved quickly between stations, screens glowing with data streams and energy readings.
Inside the lab—
Pyra sat motionless in the glass chamber.
Strapped to a metal chair.
A neural helmet was fixed tightly over her head, wires extending into high-tech monitors that displayed her brain activity in real time.
Around her, technicians prepared equipment—thermal scanners, telekinetic stabilizers, telepathic analyzers.
Everything was ready.
They were just waiting.
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In the conference room—
A massive holographic table projected
