The air inside the mobile tactical command unit parked on the rain-slicked border of the slum district was thick with the scent of ozone and cooling fluid. Rainwater hammered relentlessly against the reinforced carbon-fiber hull, creating a dull, continuous roar that heightened the suffocating tension within the narrow interior. Elsa sat hunched over the secondary diagnostic console, her eyes wide as she scrolled frantically through the raw atmospheric logs. The blue glow of the interface illuminated her pale face, highlighting the deep exhaustion etched around her features. Across the compact command space, Enzy stood by the heavily armored exit hatch, slowly polishing the primary optical lens of her tactical helmet with a microfiber cloth.
"The thermal dispersion metrics from the dron
