The desert station's main room had become a pressure cooker of suspicion.
Axel stood at the window, his back to the team, his mind churning. The attack on the mining town had been too coordinated. Too precise. Someone had known exactly where they would be and when. Someone had fed information to the inner circle.
"We need to talk," he said, turning to face them. "Someone in this room is a traitor."
The words hung in the air like a guillotine blade. The team stared at him, their faces pale, their eyes filled with shock and accusation.
"What are you talking about?" Troy asked, his voice hard.
"The attack at the mining town. They knew we were coming. They knew exactly where we would be positioned." Axel's voice was flat. "Someone told them."
"It wasn't me," Lena said, her voice tremblin
