Dorgan
I sit at my desk, trying to focus on the reports. But Bells' latest intel keeps distracting me. The usual buzz of the reserve is quieter today. The weight of what we learned feels like a storm waiting to break.
Dael sits on my left, looking grim. Kuma sits across from him, tense. His arms are crossed, his jaw is tight, and his eyes burn with barely controlled rage. Myan leans back in his chair, his usual cocky smirk replaced by something more serious. Bellamy is opposite them, jotting down notes with that ever-present focus. Koda stands by the window with arms crossed. He scans outside, as if trouble might appear at any moment.
I break the silence. "So, what do we know?"
Dael doesn't waste any time. "There's a facility—a camp, a few miles north. It's been under the radar for a w
