In the days that followed, the team remained vigilant. The media coverage had sparked public outrage, and demonstrations against the remnants were beginning to take shape. Nathaniel felt a sense of hope in the air—people were rallying against the darkness.
But beneath that hope was a palpable tension. Nathaniel couldn't shake the feeling that the remnants were plotting their next move. He often found himself staring out the window, watching the world go by, wondering when the calm would break.
One evening, as they gathered to discuss their next steps, Claire spoke up. "We need to be proactive. We can't just wait for them to make their move. We need to disrupt their operations."
James nodded in agreement. "If we can pinpoint where they're gathering, we might be able to gather more intel and possibly disrupt their plans."
"What about the cities they're targeting?" Ingrid asked, concern etched on her face. "We can't just sit here while they prepare to strike."
"We'll divide our resources," Nathaniel suggested. "Some of us can investigate potential targets while others work on gathering more intel on their operations."
The team agreed, and they began making plans. Nathaniel felt a surge of adrenaline as they mapped out their strategy. They were no longer waiting for the remnants to strike; they were going on the offensive.
As they broke up for the night, Nathaniel felt a sense of determination. They were ready to take the fight to the remnants, and he knew they would stop at nothing to protect their city.