The leader of the facility stood at the edge of the operating room, arms crossed and eyes fixed on the unconscious forms of the two women strapped to the metallic slabs.
They were critical to the organization's plan. Not just any prisoners—these were the family members of the Catalyst, Watts.
Capturing them had been a dangerous endeavor, one that required precise coordination and ruthless efficiency.
Now, as they lay before him, the leader allowed himself a rare moment of satisfaction.
He knew the value they held—not just as bargaining chips but as the foundation for what the Order sought to accomplish.
The organization's work demanded sacrifices, and this family, connected to the Catalyst, was the key to fulfilling their ambitions.
He turned away from the room and walked through the sterile hallways of the facility.
