Morning light glints off Titan Corp's glass spires as Eli Quinn navigates the pressurized corridor toward the Executive Briefing Suite. The after‑action report from last night's lockdown hangs heavy in her pocket. She tightens her grip, recalling how Lucien's hand steadied her wrist as alarms blared—a memory she's not sure was strictly “professional."
The double doors to the suite glide open. Inside, rows of polished chairs face a holo‑projector displaying the Titan Corp emblem. Press analysts and board members murmur among themselves—flashes of smart glasses and whispered speculation. Commander Vale stands at the podium, tablet in hand.
“Elites," she begins, voice crisp. “Last night's breach was contained by a rapid multi‑vector defense protocol. Thanks to our rapid response team—partic
