In the underground meeting room, deep beneath the surface and at the heart of the SAF—Security Armed Future—private military complex, the air felt thick, almost suffocating. The cold steel walls absorbed every sound, creating an invisible barrier between the outside world and the conversation that would decide the fate of humanity.
LED lights dotted the ceiling, casting a harsh, bluish-white glow that resembled hospital lighting, only amplifying the clinical, soulless atmosphere of the room. There were no windows, no clocks. Time didn’t matter here. The decisions made in this room far outweighed any notion of when the sun would rise.
On the main wall, a massive projector displayed a black-and-white map of the conflict zones in the Middle East, marked with coordinates, red dots, and milit
