The tension in the control room was thick, nearly suffocating, as James typed furiously at the terminal, each keystroke echoing in the eerie silence. The gunfire had subsided, but the air was heavy with anticipation, as if the entire world was holding its breath.
Sophia stood beside him, her eyes scanning the room, ever vigilant, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts. The files they needed were within reach just a few more seconds, a few more lines of code and then they would have the information they had come for. But even as she focused on the task at hand, she couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something felt off.
Micah moved around the room, his eyes sharp, his fingers wrapped tightly around his shotgun. He was their shield, their protector, but even he
