The room was bathed in shadows, the only light coming from a flickering bulb that swung above the metal table like a pendulum of judgment. The walls, cold and unyielding, seemed to press in, suffocating, as if the very air had turned against them. Ava stood in the corner, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, a silent observer to the unfolding scene—a scene that churned her insides with a sickening blend of duty and disgust.
On the other side of the table, the informant sat, wrists bound, sweat trickling down his face despite the chill in the room. His eyes darted around, a trapped animal searching for an escape that didn't exist. The team's tech expert, Leon, hovered over his laptop, fingers flying across the keys with a precision that spoke of years of honing his craft in the shadows. His screen cast an eerie blue glow on his face, highlighting the intensity in his eyes, the determination to crack the code that held them all in its grip.
