Planning
Iris and Elias stepped into Mara’s lab. The usual hum of equipment filled the room, steady and grounding, like a mechanical heartbeat. Screens flickered with data streams and rotating models. The air smelled faintly of ozone and solder. Mara looked up from her console, eyes sharp, instantly assessing. “You’re moving fast,” she said, tone even but edged with caution. “Barely a week awake, and you’re already talking about a strike?” “I know it’s soon,” Iris replied. She moved to the central table and spread a small portable map across its surface. Her hands were steady, but there was tension in her shoulders. “But I remember enough about their operations and layout. I can show you where their main science lab is.” Mara stood and approached slowly. She leaned over the table, studying the
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