Liam stared at Freya with a deep frown etched into his forehead. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His friends were in enemy territory, and Freya just said they couldn't save them?
"What?" Liam asked with tense voice. "Why?" He felt his anger beginning to rise. "My friends are behind enemy lines, and you're saying we can't do anything to help them?"
Freya met his gaze, her expression calm but filled with the weight of the situation.
"They need to do something first, Liam," she explained. "Erik and Mia are our best advantage in knowing the enemy's movements. If we pull them out now, we lose that edge."
Liam's jaw tightened. His hands clenched into fists at his sides.
"But what if they're in danger?!" His voice rose, carrying a mix of frustration and fear. He took a step closer to Freya and looking at her eyes. "We can't just leave them there."
