a Ticking Bomb

"Guess that's my best bet," Mikhailis murmured. His fingers moved deftly, the tools clicking softly as he adjusted the Hypnoveil's settings. The device shifted its hue, casting an eerie blue light over the operative's face. The spectral tendrils curled like mist, delicately wrapping around the operative's head.

Rodion's calm voice guided him through the process.

The Hypnoveil pulsed gently, and Mikhailis leaned closer, his sharp eyes narrowing as he monitored every subtle reaction. The operative's breathing slowed, their features slackening into an expression of blank compliance. The fractured sun emblem flickered faintly, responding to the Hypnoveil's influence with a subdued hum.