Zane is a suspect

Zane's office was a sterile, meticulously organized space, every surface gleaming under the cold, artificial lights. The walls were lined with bookshelves filled with volumes on genetics, quantum physics, and advanced weaponry, while the large window behind his desk provided a view of the sprawling military complex below.

Zane was hunched over his desk, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he hurriedly erased the data on his monitor. The soft hum of the computer's cooling fans filled the room, masking the tension in the air.

A sharp knock on the door interrupted his frantic keystrokes. Zane quickly clicked the final command to wipe the data and swiveled in his chair just as the door opened. General Peter and Commander John stepped into the office, their expressions stern, eyes fixed on him.