The fluorescent lights buzzed softly, casting a sterile glow over the secure interrogation facility. The team stood around a table, their expressions a mix of determination and weariness. Ava, standing at the head of the table, took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the decision she had to make.
"We need answers," she began, her voice firm but tinged with uncertainty. "But we can't compromise our principles."
Lucas, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, nodded. "Agreed. But time is not on our side. We need to extract information quickly."
The door opened, and a new team member stepped in. Tall and imposing, with a mysterious air about him, he surveyed the room with a calculating gaze. This was Marcus, an expert interrogator with a past shrouded in secrecy.
Ava met his eyes. "Marcus, I trust you know the boundaries."
He gave a slight nod. "Of course. We'll get what we need without crossing any lines."
