The next forty-eight hours were a blur of controlled frenzy within the safehouse. The loading bay was transformed into a high-stakes workshop.
Fey, in her element, became a whirlwind of blueprints, welding sparks, and muttered calculations. The salvaged Arbiter alloy, sleek and strangely light, was cut and shaped into interlocking plates. Beatrix worked alongside her, synthesizing sedatives and designing the intricate injector system that would need to penetrate the Ghost's armored flesh without triggering a defense response.
