The rhythmic hum of the primary server cooling grid inside the Tactical Control Room provided a sharp contrast to the suffocating silence that had settled between its reinforced concrete walls. Located deep within the upper levels of the Sector 7 Main Command Tower, the room was bathed in a cold, dim blue luminescence radiating from a dozens of hovering holographic diagnostic screens. Commander Aiden stood perfectly rigid before the central glass console, his fingers clasped tightly behind his back as his sharp gray eyes locked onto the mud-stained figure of Operative Enzy. The young hunter had just bypassed the standard decontamination protocol to deliver her immediate post-incident summary, her uniform still emanating a faint scent of chemical ozone and wet asphalt.
"Repeat the final
