The transport craft flew through the night sky, the rhythmic hum of the engines and the distant thrum of the jamming system offering an unsettling calm.
Below them, the landscape was a blur of shadowed forests and rolling hills, the natural world now a distant memory in their desperate flight.
Emily sat quietly, her mind a storm of thoughts. The Council had always seemed like an all-powerful, untouchable entity, but now, with this chip—this piece of evidence—they were no longer invincible.
At least, that's what Emily told herself. The truth was, she had no idea how they would actually bring them down.
"Alaric," Emily said, her voice breaking the silence that had settled over the group. "What exactly are we dealing with here?"
Alaric shifted uncomfortably on the bench, his eyes dark as he adjusted his position. "The chip contains data on every high-ranking official in the Council.
