The private wing was quieter with the team gone.
Kira and Rika had set up at the long table where the gear had been laid out an hour ago. Tablets, phones, two mugs of lukewarm coffee they'd made themselves because neither of them knew where anything was in this kitchen. The gear was gone. The team was gone. The only thing left was the feed projected from their interface.
They'd watched streams before. Thousands. New Dawn's content division produced numerous awakened combat broadcasts, each one professionally shot, multi-angle, with commentary overlays and post-production polish. Rika had edited most of them personally. Kira had handled the scheduling and distribution. They knew what combat footage looked like.
This was different.
