[GOOD EVENING, HOST! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ:・゚✧]
[Status: Crisis mode. Compressed timeline. Everyone's stress levels through the ROOF]
I noticed, System. Thanks.
[Just keeping you informed! Also your ribs are probably still hurting, have you iced them? ( ̄ω ̄;)]
I'll live.
The safe house had transformed into a war room in the hours since the rest stop confrontation—maps spread across every surface, Adrian's multiple screens displaying satellite feeds and facility schematics, the entire team working with focused urgency that hadn't existed during their previous weeks of careful, patient planning.
"We need everything Farooqi remembers about facility layout," Kai Zhen said, pen hovering over a rough sketch. "Entry points, security rotations, anywhere subject seven might be held specifically."
