Unknown pov
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The room is dark. With fluorescent lights above them, shining harsh white light over the dark room. Computers spark with data, analysts watch carefully, grimacing at the results.
He comes into frame of my view. His fist is tightly clenched.
"We can't continue this." His murmurs are met with agreement. "We've lost too much ground… Status on special agents."
His words are met with the clacking of keys. One of the more forgettable personnel comes and whispers in his ears.
I crane my ears to try and listen. My head shakes. Nothing.
Then, with grit teeth.
"Killed in action, or just plain missing. All of our best and brightest are scattered or dead. We… we need it.
My eyes widened.
"That?!"
"Yeah. It's our only option now. We can't just liberate every city with the death of hundreds of thousands. We can't."
