Evan sat in his room, surrounded by advanced tech displays and holographic screens that flickered with data. He leaned forward, intently studying the ongoing battle footage of Mac in the Nova Suit, his fist clenched tightly.
Despite trying hard, staying calm felt hard at this moment.
"Aurora, what are the chances of success in this mission?" Evan asked, his voice steady but edged with curiosity.
[Approximately 66%,] Aurora responded, her tone analytical.
[I could devise a foolproof plan, but I will need more data on the superhumans. Many countries keep their data secured, storing it on isolated private servers without internet access, making its retrieval highly challenging.]
Evan nodded, absorbing the implications of the situation.
