Fight

"We need to verify Sanya's information," Tyler said, his brow furrowed in concern. "We can't act on hearsay." He leaned back in his chair, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for any hidden clues.

"Yes," Sanya and Rayan chorused in unison, their voices firm and resolute.

Rayan, who had been quietly observing the conversation, suddenly clutched her stomach, a faint grumbling noise emanating from it. "It's afternoon, I suggest we go on a short break," she said, her eyes darting towards the clock on the wall. "And by then, Sanya can go see the informant."

The others nodded in agreement, their faces reflecting a mix of fatigue and determination. The tension in the room was palpable, the weight of their mission settling heavily on their shoulders.

As they filed out of the room, the silence was broken only by the sound of Rayan's stomach growling loudly, a reminder that even in the midst of chaos, basic human needs still had to be met. The break was a welcome respite, a chance to rec