As I entered the warehouse, Alpha Orion and Mr. Marcus greeted me, the atmosphere tinged with a mix of tension and purpose. Pleasantries exchanged, we proceeded to take our seats, the anticipation of the information that awaited us palpable in the air.
"We have carried out more digging on those people from that unknown organization," Mr. Marcus began, his voice calm and measured. "We found out that they are very dangerous, with connections beyond what the ordinary eyes can see or what we think we know."
He placed a document on the table before us, its contents an intricate web of information about the elusive organization that had emerged as a formidable adversary. Alpha Orion, usually a commanding presence, was calm and quiet as he perused the file, his eyes narrowing in concentration.
