Chapter 72: A Fractured Alliance

The silence in the war room was suffocating,Emily stood near the doorway, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, watching as Damien and Holt argued over Lena's fate. 

The overhead lights flickered slightly, casting long shadows across the reinforced concrete walls. 

The bunker beneath their outpost was secure—for now. 

But with the enemy closing in and their team compromised from within, security felt like a fleeting illusion.

"We can't afford to waste time debating this," Damien snapped, his hands flat on the metal table. "She's a liability. 

If she hadn't been caught, how much more would she have given them? How many more would be dead?"

Holt remained unmoved, his expression carved from stone. "And killing her accomplishes what, exactly? Makes you feel better?"

"You know damn well that's not what I'm saying."

Emily stepped forward before things escalated further. "We need to focus.