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“We’ve pushed them back! Judging by how they move, there’s a high chance that one is ST!” one of the operatives said to Kolton with urgency. “We’ve already deployed our countermeasures against ST and have sessfully stalled their advance!”

Kolton’s fingers twitched, a subtle tremor giving away his apprehension. This was the one scenario he had feared most.

“What about the second group?” he asked quietly.

“That second group… theirbat style lines up almost exactly with Pris.”

A sudden tension filled the room, and even the steady tapping of keyboards slowed to a cautious rhythm.

Kolton narrowed his eyes, his tone dropping to a cial whisper.

“What did you just say? Did you just mention both ST and Pris? Are you sure?”

Without saying a word, the covert operative swiveled the monitor toward him. A few swift clicks brought up a partially decoded segment.

“We identified their digital signature. It’s hidden underyers of encryption, but the core markers are still there.”

Kolton’sposure cracked.

“Impossible!”

He sprang from his seat and mmed his hand against the desk. The ss nearby rattled violently, nearly tipping over.

“Those two groups have been at each other’s throats for years! Why would they ever join forces?”

“Could be a coincidence,” one operative muttered. “Or maybe… someone pulled strings for them and made them join forces.”

“Enough!” Kolton’s eyes cut through the room like a sharpened knife. “Tell me. Who could do that? Is there anyone out there powerful enough to control both groups? Who has that kind of reach? Stop tossing around wild theories to cover your failures!”

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His jaw clenched as he tapped the desk with short, clipped motions, eyes locked on the feed.

“Maintain the pressure. I want them pushed back.”

Momentster, a report came in with encouraging news.

“We managed to drive them back, sir!”

“Good.” A breath escaped Kolton as the tension finally loosened from his shoulders. It turned out that neither ST nor Pris had anything to do with the attack. He had let paranoia get the best of him.

Deep within a hidden facility, the tension in Maxwell’s voice crackled through the receiver.

“Our third assault just got shut down, Chris. Hawk says it’s like they’re reading our every move. Their counters? Practically wless.”

Facing a towering wall of digital feeds, Chris remained still. His gaze lingered on the shifting data, and a hint of amusement yed on his face.

“Standard methods won’t cut it. Time to shake things up,” he replied, unbothered. “Order every ST operative to go online. I want a full-on assault. Tell Hawk to jam theirmand signals and wreck their navigation systems. Strip that cargo ship of even its most basic auto-controls.”

At those words, a fire sparked in Maxwell’s eyes.

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