Back at the safehouse, the team gathered around the table, the flash drive sitting ominously in the center. The tension in the room was suffocating as if everyone was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Alex plugged the drive into her laptop, her fingers flying over the keyboard.“Give me a minute,” she said, her voice steady but laced with urgency.“Take your time,” Drake quipped, leaning back in his chair. “It’s not like we’re racing against the clock or anything.”Sage shot him a glare. “Not helping.”“Relax,” Drake replied, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I’m just saying—”“Quiet,” Damian interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument.The room fell silent, save for the soft clicks of Alex's keyboard. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on her screen, the tension palpable.“Got it,” Alex finally said, her voice breaking the silence. “The drive’s encrypted, but I’ve cracked the first layer. It’s a manifest—cargo logs, supply routes, personnel assignments…”“And?” Damian pressed.A
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