The First Talk

"Can these guys learn how not to interrupt someone?" Lily complained, her frustration evident in her voice. 

Emir couldn't help but chuckle softly at her reaction, an obvious attempt to lighten the mood.

Waving his hands in a gesture of silence, they took it as a signal to hush, their anxiety hanging heavy in the air. 

The room grew still as they awaited his next move.

But Emir was still, his mind racing with possibilities and potential outcomes of how this conversation would go.

He then turned his attention to the terminal in his hand, the screen displaying the ongoing call. 

[Lyra, can you track the call?] Emir requested, aware that the caller on the other end likely had countermeasures in place for any attempts at tracking.

He knew the odds were against them, they always were… But he was willing to take any chance, no matter how slim, to gain an advantage.

[Already on it,] Lyra responded, her voice calm.