That photo of Eamon dropped into the group chat like a spark hitting oil, instantly igniting a flurry of excitement.
[My goodness! It's really happening!]
[This is so amazing! I can't believe it!]
Despite the excitement, everyone kept a certain level of restraint. After all, a single photo wasn't enough to prove anything substantial. They needed more evidence, proof that the supplies had actually reached the survivors on the 16th floor.
Eamon seemed to understand their mindset perfectly. After snapping the photo, he got straight to work. He locked the front and back doors, just as Eric had done earlier, before assigning someone to guard the survivors. Then, holding the access card in his hand, he calmly led the rest of the group up the stairs. It was clear he had begun clearing out the
