The cold, metallic hum of the secure bunker beneath Ava's estate reverberated through the air, amplifying the tension that had settled over the room. Ava paced the length of the dimly lit space, her mind racing with the implications of the Phantom's warning.
Liam stood by the central console, his eyes fixed on the array of screens displaying live feeds from various surveillance cameras scattered across their network. "We need to verify the authenticity of this warning," he said, breaking the heavy silence. "It could be a ploy to distract us."
Ava stopped mid-stride, her eyes narrowing. "A ploy or not, we can't afford to take it lightly. The Phantom has been a ghost, a myth... until now."
Liam's jaw tightened. "If they've been observing us for years, they know our vulnerabilities. We have to be one step ahead."
