(Author’s POV)
The hum of machines. The rapid-fire tapping of keyboards. The soft voices relaying updates and coordinates. The entire Zhao Syndicate command room, once plagued by confusion and dread, was now pulsing with clarity and direction.
Because Adrian Ansaldo had stepped in and his presence had done what no amount of morale speeches could, reignite control.
Multiple teams, now under Adrian’s coordinated network, worked like a singular machine. The wall screens displayed everything, maps, tunnels, decoded blueprints, thermographic imaging, and digital blueprints from decades-old military data banks.
Jiang paced as the intel poured in.
"Thermal pulses confirmed, five sectors under the old port rail lines show intermittent activity consistent with subterranean generators” One of t
