Miso stepped into the penthouse executive office, her heavy combat boots making a soft, damp sound against the dark timber floorboards. In her hands, she held an encrypted tactical tablet displaying the freshly decrypted intelligence files dropped from Captain Vance's private server. Her usually sharp, energetic face was pale, drawn, and etched with grave, professional anxiety.
Arora stood behind her mahogany desk, her wet hair still slicked back from her face after splashing cold water at the vanity. She looked up instantly, her dark eyes locking onto her lieutenant.
"Vance came through, Leader," Miso reported, her voice low and raspy as she handed the glowing tablet across the desk. "He bypassed the state security firewalls and ran a full-spectrum digital sweep on both Noah and Melvin. It's... it's far worse than we initially anticipated."
