The research station was still reeling from the attack. The air
was thick with tension, and the once bustling atmosphere now
felt heavy with unease. Imani and her team huddled in the main
lab, strategizing their next move. They had narrowly escaped
the mercenary trap, but the storm they were facing wasn't just
outside—it was deep within their own ranks.
Imani's mind raced as she paced the room, her gaze shifting
from one face to the next. Jamal was sitting at a table,
methodically reviewing the data they had gathered. Aiko, the
biologist, was tapping away at her computer, trying to analyze
the readings they'd taken from the drilling site. But it was clear
that everyone was feeling the weight of what had happened.
"We need to keep moving," Jamal said, his voice low but firm.
"The longer we wait, the more time Beckett and Arkion have
to regroup."
