Dishonored To Dominance: Marcus Rise

FELICITY'S DELIMMA

The dim light of the control room flickered uneasily as Felicity stared at the screen, her heart pounding in her chest. Data streamed rapidly across the monitors, revealing a world of secrets that had long been buried beneath layers of security. But among the myriad of files, one folder caught her eye—a warning sign that sent a chill through her veins.

“Felicity, how’s it coming?” Marcus called from his post by the door, his voice a steady reminder of their dire circumstances.

“I’m almost through!” she replied, forcing herself to focus on the task at hand. But the deeper she delved into the files, the more she felt a sense of dread creeping in. The information she was sifting through was far more than just enemy intel; it was a trove of sensitive government data detailing covert operations, classified missions, and identities of undercover agents.

“Felicity!” Raven urged, glancing up from his own screen. “Are you alright? You look pale.”

She blinked, shaking her head as if to clear it