Strategy Room
The tension today was much. Aiden paced near the large monitor where Marcus was pulling up files, Marina was seated at the table, she tapped her fingers rhythmically as she tried to process the event of the past few hours. Jayden stood with his arms crossed, his brow furrowed in deep thought.
Marcus finally broke the long silence. "Maxwell's retreat was well planned, but not final. He's regrouping. We have uncovered communications with an unknown source—someone who's been backing his plans from the very beginning."
Aiden stopped pacing, and turned to face Marcus. "Who is it?"
"We are still working on tracing their identity," Marcus replied. "They are using an intricate system of coded emails routed through multiple countries. Whoever they are, they are professionals."
Jayden scoffed. "Oh, great! We have to chase another ghost."