Need A Little Push
A week had passed since the disastrous bombing, and Cecilia was now in Algeria, meticulously overseeing the completion of another Junction Tower.
This time, however, the atmosphere was charged with a palpable tension, the security protocols intensified exponentially. Her gaze swept across the construction site, sharp and focused, scrutinizing every movement, every shadow.
The guards stationed around the perimeter moved with mechanical precision, their orders clear and their purpose singular—ensure the safety of the tower at all costs. The air was thick with the electric hum of heightened alertness.
*BEEEEEEEP!!!*
The sudden clamor of a loud sensor pierced the air, sending a wave of alert through the site.
Cecilia's reaction was instantaneous; her figure blurred into motion, swiftly followed by a cadre of heavily armed guards.