After successfully uploading the incriminating data to the Galactic Net, Vela, Loxley, and Mara found themselves in a precarious pause, waiting for the universe to react. The air in Tara's hideout was thick with tension, electric with the anticipation of impending retaliation or perhaps, revolution.
"Think they're watching us now?" Mara mused, her eyes glued to the screens displaying various news channels scrambling to make sense of the leaks.
"Only like a hawk stalking a field mouse," Loxley replied, leaning back against the cold metal wall with a nonchalant grin. "But let's remember, even a mouse can bite."
Vela, who was busy securing their digital tracks, didn't look up, but her voice carried a smirk. "Let's hope our bite is as good as our bark, or we're in for a rough ride."