The room was dim, a single overhead light casting long shadows that danced on the walls. The air was thick with tension, a palpable force pressing down on everyone present. Ava stood at the edge of the table, her knuckles white as she gripped its edge. Her eyes, usually so full of fire, now blazed with a mix of anger and hurt.
Across from her sat the double agent, a man she had trusted, a man who had shared her table and her plans. He was slumped in his chair, sweat dripping down his forehead as the team's new ally, Dr. Harper, a seasoned psychologist, circled him like a hawk.
"We trusted you, Robert," Ava spat, her voice trembling despite her efforts to control it. "How long have you been working for the Phantom?"
Robert's gaze flicked up to meet hers, his eyes filled with regret. "I didn't have a choice, Ava. They have my family."
Dr. Harper intervened, his tone calm and methodical. "We need to know everything, Robert. Start from the beginning."
