The Final Card

In Red's office, Gen and Red had just discovered the identity of the attackers.

Deep below them, within the underground levels of the T-Max building, in the dimly lit and fortified peacekeepers HQ, Captain Helena sat behind her desk, her focus intense as she sifted through a mountain of paperwork.

The fluorescent lights cast a cold, sterile glow on the room, emphasizing the bleakness of the surroundings.

The hum of the ventilation system was the only sound, punctuated occasionally by the distant clinking of chains and the muffled voices of guards.

Helena's office was as usual, bare. However, it was orderly and meticulously organized, every document and file in its proper place.

Her reputation for efficiency was well-earned, and it was reflected in the precise arrangement of her workspace.

As she signed off on another report, the door to her office creaked open.