The control room of the Resistance base was unusually quiet. Ayla paced the floor, her boots echoing in the sterile chamber as her team reviewed the latest intel. The light from the overhead monitors bathed everything in a cold, bluish hue, intensifying the tension in the room.
Ravyn-9 stood near the far wall, motionless except for the occasional flicker of his internal processors. His presence, once a source of reassurance, now made Ayla's stomach twist. After his recent near-takeover by Kael’s override, she couldn’t look at him without remembering how close he had come to ending her life.
“This information came too easily,” Sorin muttered, breaking the silence. He leaned over the main console, his dark eyes scanning the data stream with suspicion. “It reeks of a trap.”