Inside the Organization headquarters, the air was cold, sterile, and heavy with power. A vast chamber stretched before Gabriel and Lena, its walls lined with towering screens, each displaying maps, statistics, and shifting tactical data.
The Board of the Organization sat elevated behind a long obsidian table. Their faces were hidden in shadow, voices cold, detached. Men and women who had never dirtied their hands, yet held dominion over nations.
Gabriel stood before them with calculated confidence. Lena at his side was motionless, her expression blank—like a perfect weapon awaiting its master’s command.
“Gabriel,” one voice echoed, distorted through hidden speakers. “You requested this session under urgency. You claim you’ve completed the prototype?”
Gabriel’s smirk was razor-sharp. “N
