Meanwhile, somewhere within a vast, imposing structure, a building that pulsed with the lifeblood of an internal aggression force organization, the air was thick with urgency. People moved like currents in a restless sea, flowing toward various destinations, some dressed in crisp suits, seated at their desks, fingers dancing over keyboards, while others strode purposefully, gripping files as if they carried the weight of fate itself.
Patrolling officers, clad in blue shirts and black trousers, stood sentinel at key points, their radios clipped to their chests, handguns resting at their hips like silent warnings. The ceaseless murmur of voices, the rustle of papers, and the occasional ring of a phone created a symphony of controlled chaos.
