Inside The Mothership
The soft hum of the engines echoed in the silence. A large, sealed door stood at the far end of the hall, pulsing with strange energy. It was the only thing separating them from Adam, who was still inside—doing something no one dared to interrupt.
Leaning against the wall beside the door, Alexandria had her arms crossed, her eyes cold and focused.
"You're still here?" came a voice from the shadows.
Jordan stepped forward, hands in his pockets, a bored look on his face as he eyed her.
"Why aren't you outside with the others?"
Alexandria barely turned her head. "I could ask you the same."
Jordan smirked but didn't answer right away. He took a few steps, the soft thud of his boots echoing in the quiet corridor, then stopped and looked at the door.
"I have my reasons," he said. "Two, actually."
She raised a brow.
