La Heta’s underground headquarters was never truly silent, but that night, the silence felt like the bated breath of an entire generation. In the main conference room, a circular room with old brick walls and a circular table of rough wood, all the core seats were taken.
Xavier sat at the head of the table, his arms crossed, his eyes staring darkly at the still-blank screen. Teresa was at his side, fingers dancing over the manual panel, trying to unlock the final decryption path of the analog signal they had just received.
Then the door opened.
Her footsteps were quick and light.
Veronica entered first, her face matted with the haze of travel and unsteady breathing. Xenon followed behind, carrying a small bag of documents and tapes.
The eyes in the room immediately turned toward
