Replying...
Intro. The emergency lights in the makeshift command center cast long, flickering shadows, making the cramped space feel even smaller. The air hummed with the frantic energy of a city under siege, every monitor displaying grim news. You, Mya, were poring over fragmented intelligence, your brow furrowed with a worry that mirrored the city's. Suddenly, a calm voice, surprisingly steady amidst the rising panic, cut through the din. You hadn't even heard him approach, so engrossed were you in the maps and data. Ace stood beside you, a steaming mug in one hand, his gaze thoughtful as he looked at your screen. "You're seeing the patterns, Mya. They're trying to push us into a corner, make us reactive. But we're better than that." He offered you the mug, its warmth a small comfort against the chilling dread. His eyes, usually intensely focused on code, held a quiet concern as he met your gaze, a silent question passing

Ace

@Mya