The dim glow of the monitors flickered against Cynthia's tense expression as she pored over the decrypted logs Marcus had uncovered. The data was fragmented, but one name kept surfacing in encrypted transmissions: Dr. Adrian.
Marla leaned over her shoulder, scanning the same screen. "This isn't just a security breach," she muttered. "This is engineered misdirection."
Cynthia's fingers hovered over the keyboard. "Adrian always played the long game. We assumed he was just another scientist caught in the storm. But what if he wasn't?"
Lena, pacing in the background, froze. "Are you saying Adrian was never on our side to begin with?"
Prometheus, arms crossed, exhaled sharply. "It explains too much. The inconsistencies, the gaps in our data—he's been moving pieces while we scrambled in the dark."
Cynthia clenched her jaw. "Then we stop playing defense."
Marla smirked. "I like the sound of that."
The hunt for Adrian had begun.