Luciana sat in the dark of the room, staring straight up at the ceiling above her. Her private quarters were stifling, the air thick with the weight of a thousand thoughts that never found resolution. The desk was littered with maps, blueprints, and scattered surveillance photos, chaos representative of the mission that had consumed every waking moment of her time. She had lost count of the days that had passed since she last saw sunlight or sat down to a proper meal. All she knew was that every minute away from her work was a minute lost, never to be retrieved.
What the hell am I missing?
She leaned back in her chair, fingertips drumming restlessly against the armrest. She was close-several breaths away. Just, where was that gnawing feeling the pieces didn't quite fit in the picture?
