In the command room of the Norbata, Olivia sat at the long wooden table, her fingers drumming idly on the surface. The air smelled faintly of gun oil and burnt coffee. Across from her, Kazami lounged in her chair, arms crossed, eyes sharp as always.
A young officer, uniform crisp but face pale, stepped forward and saluted.
"Report, ma'am," the officer began. "The expedition party that went after the blonde traitor our prisoner Astrid captured... they lost contact three days ago. We sent a search team. They found the bodies this morning."
Olivia leaned forward slightly. "All of them?"
"Yes, ma'am. Every single soldier. Massacred. No survivors. Weapons scattered, some still warm. No sign of the traitor herself."
Kazami slammed her fist on the table. The sound echoed like a gunshot.
