Hazel's message

Two officers, part of the team waiting for Hazel's critical message, were stationed in a room filled with the tension of anticipation. Four men, committed to the mission, were on standby for any information Hazel could provide.

After nearly a month of waiting, they finally got a message.

A sudden shout pierced the air.

"Rafael!"

Startled, Rafael, who had been drinking coffee, rushed to the scene. Hope flickered in his eyes as he approached the officers.

"What is it?"

"Did she say anything?"

Rafael inquired anxiously.

"Give me the earphones," he demanded, eager to hear any news from Hazel.

But as the officer handed him the earphones, a somber revelation followed.

"But, Rafael, she disconnected it. We can not connect now."

Rafael's expression shifted from hope to tension.

"Did she say something?”

“Is she okay?"

His questions hung in the air, the uncertainty of Hazel's situation weighing heavily on his mind.

Rafael felt a surge of nervous energy coursing through him as he absorbed the li