(Author’s POV)
The command room was dimly lit, humming with quiet tension. Satellite feeds, encrypted reports, and tactical blueprints covered the glass table at the center. Selene Zhao stood with arms crossed, staring at the digital map of Bangkok with a contemplative sharpness. Her long coat hung from her shoulders like a queen’s mantle. Jiang stood at her side, silent, alert.
“Still no movement?” She asked, her tone calm but razor-edged.
“Nothing,” Jiang replied.
“Chiang hasn’t shown his face since the warehouse strike. Helios is quiet. Too quiet”.
Selene narrowed her eyes, her mind working like a blade through smoke.
“They’re either licking their wounds…or preparing to bite back harder” She murmured.
“Double our rotations. If Helios is playing dead, I want to be the one who rip
