In the busy command center, George's sharp eyes remained fixed on the blurry, chaotic footage of the recent attack. The monitors bathed his stern visage in pale, flickering light as he meticulously scanned each frame for any clue that could shed light on the mysterious assailant.
The room hummed with tension as countless workers sifted through data, documents, and debris scattered across the attack site. While George's colleagues, Seated nearby were his two colleagues. One, a bespectacled woman with a perpetually furrowed brow, hunched over a cluttered table, scribbling notes feverishly. The other, a middle-aged man with a perpetually unamused expression, observed the proceedings with a detached air of skepticism.
