The War Room.
The team stood before the holographic images of the Headmaster and General Ironwood. The silence in the room felt heavy because of how close they came to a total disaster.
"She was inside," Seraph said, her voice a low. "She bypassed every physical security measure we have. She was in the vault. If the General's network hadn't spotted the start of the breach, she could have walked out with our supplies before we even knew she was there."
Draven stood beside her with his arms crossed and his face strong. "We were too slow," he growled. "She just... vanished. Like a ghost."
General Ironwood's face was strong and serious. "So, the Syndicate's Weaver is a perfect infiltrator. She can go anywhere, bypass any lock, and take whatever she wants. And we were lucky to even spot her." He looked at each of them, his gaze intense. "This is not a victory. This was a warning shot."
