Director Jasper Quinn, who had been the focus of the teachers' attention, now strode into the monitoring room.
The man wore a crisp military uniform. Though it bore no insignia, his mere presence was commanding. He stood with a solemn posture, a ramrod-straight spine, and a pair of sharp, resolute eyes.
The previously lax atmosphere in the monitoring room instantly shifted.
All the teachers and dispatchers instinctively rose to their feet.
Jasper Quinn's gaze swept over the room before landing on the scene displayed by the mechanical eyes. "This incident is utterly egregious," he said in a low, heavy voice. "To think it was students who had to discover the problem."
"What if it wasn't Miles Sherman and his team who encountered this, but another A-level squad?"
"What if it wasn't these two individuals with ulterior motives who lost their lives, but our students? Who would be held responsible?"
When lives were on the line, no one could bear that responsibility.
