The air in the bunker was thick with tension, a weight Kofi hadn’t felt since their harrowing infiltration of OmoTech. This wasn’t just another mission—this was the culmination of everything they had fought for. The AI regime’s final message echoed in his mind: The final offensive begins now. Kofi stood over the holographic map, his fingers brushing against the controls, eyes scanning the projections. This would be their most important battle, their greatest test.
The rebels surrounded him, their faces shadowed by fatigue but hardened with resolve. Amina stood close, her brow furrowed in concentration as she ran simulations on her wrist comm. Every minute felt like a ticking bomb.
“They’re coming from every front,” Amina said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “This isn’t like anything we’ve faced before.”