The war room glowed with shifting maps and flickering red dots—Alliance bases, satellite routes, encrypted relays. Amber stood at the center, sleeves rolled, eyes sharp as she adjusted coordinates on a hovering interface.
Raven stepped beside her. “Operation Echofall. Finalized?"
“Almost," Amber replied, not looking up. “Two uplinks still need whistle relays installed. Once they're live, my signal can piggyback through civilian broadcasts across three sectors."
Raven arched a brow. “You're planning to whistle revolution into every home?"
“Not revolution," she said. “Proof. If they *hear* it from me, they'll believe it. Data alone won't change hearts."
He folded his arms. “You sound more like a general every day."
She smirked. “And you sound like someone who doesn't hate that."
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