Mallory stood on the factory's rooftop, staring into the gray horizon. The faint hum of distant wind turbines and the soft buzz of Blinky—hovering close to her shoulder—were the only sounds. Today would be pivotal; she could feel it.
Her solitude didn't last long. Greg appeared, carrying two steaming mugs of coffee.
"Peaceful morning," he said, handing her one.
"Too peaceful," Mallory replied. "Makes me nervous."
Greg smirked, leaning against the railing. "We've faced worse, Mal. Whatever comes, we'll handle it."
She gave a small nod, appreciating his steady confidence. Blinky chirped softly, almost as if agreeing with Greg.
Downstairs, the group gathered for their daily briefing.
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"We need to figure out what's beyond this immediate zone," Mallory began, spreading the map on the table. "Yesterday's encounter with the Shadows proves they're adapting. If we don't push out and secure resources, we'll be cornered."
