Miles stepped into the Sterling Security Operations Room with Monica walking just half a step behind him, and the moment the doors slid open, the atmosphere shifted into something sharp and alive, as if the entire space itself responded to his presence.
Rows of analysts sat in front of glowing screens, their fingers moving rapidly across keyboards, eyes scanning streams of data, surveillance grids, heat maps, and predictive overlays that mapped the pulse of the entire city in real time.
At the center, Charles stood with his arms folded, watching the main display where a live drone feed hovered above a secured building.
On the massive screen, the The WEB safe house appeared in high resolution, its perimeter locked tight, guards positioned strategically, and the interior heat signatures confirming one very important presence.
Kyle Sterling.
The bait.
Miles walked forward, his gaze fixed on the screen.
"Is he not there yet?"
Charles shook his head without looking away.
