The Hidden threat

The rebels worked tirelessly to fortify their new hideout, but an undercurrent of unease crept through their ranks. Ada moved through the bustling activity, her sharp eyes scanning for anything out of the ordinary. It was a subtle feeling at first, a nagging sense that something wasn't right. As days passed, her suspicions grew.

One evening, while reviewing security protocols with Femi, Ada noticed a small group of newer recruits huddled together, their voices low and furtive. She couldn't hear their words, but their body language spoke volumes—nervous glances, tense shoulders, and the way they seemed to isolate themselves from the rest of the group.

"Femi," she said, nudging him gently. "Look over there. Have you noticed anything strange about those recruits?"