In the wake of the Council's counterstrike, the rebel camp was tense, like a charged wire ready to snap. The unexpected intensity of the attack had not only shaken their defenses but had also sown seeds of doubt among the ranks. Whispers of betrayal and mistrust flitted through the corridors of the hideout, carried on the hushed tones of worried rebels.
Ada paced the length of the command room, her mind racing as she replayed the events of the attack in her head. It was unusual for the Council to have moved with such precision, and the thought that they might have an informant among them was unsettling.
Her thoughts were interrupted by raised voices from the adjacent room. Curious and concerned, Ada followed the sound, her footsteps quickening as she approached a group of rebels engaged in a heated discussion.