Everyone had gathered, the tension in the room thick but silent.
Clint stepped forward first, adjusting his glasses before speaking.
"The antidote can be made," he said calmly, "but I'll need a room kept at a low temperature, and the proper equipment to synthesize it."
Elien, standing beside him with arms crossed, nodded. "We've both agreed, the best place for that is the facility near the core of the base. It has the temperature control and tools we'll need."
Clint added, "And I'll also need a way to disperse the gas once it's ready, something to help spread it efficiently."
Aya raised her hand shyly, her voice slightly nervous. "I... I think I can make something for that. As long as the right materials are available."
Lucia leaned forward, her voice steady. "How long do you think it'll take?"
Clint hesitated. "It's hard to say for sure, since I've never created something like this before. But if I had to estimate... maybe around six hours to complete the antidote."
