Chapter 173: The Night
Dylan leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his breath still uneven. He hadn’t taken much time. Just the essentials. The descriptions. The structure. The pillar. The symbols. The vibration. What he had seen. What he had felt. Everything a careful and still-breathing spy could bring back.
Alka listened in silence, her eyes fixed on him with that suspended attentiveness she always showed when things got serious. She was already sorting the facts in her head. Classifying them, cross-checking them. She was likely preparing the message she would send tonight—or tomorrow, at the first breach in the routine.
"I think our employer already knows about that thing," he said, his words slow and weighted.
She lifted her eyes slightly toward him. Not surprised. Not really.
"Besides, he didn’t give more details about the mission, except that we should report anything we hear or see on this base," she added, her voice almost tired.
Dylan nodded, eyes drifting to the cracked floor of the office.
"Felt a little strange to me... especially since you and I are Awakened. Our strengths could serve better at the front than on simple infiltration missions."
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The silence that followed was heavy, but not empty. Alka let it stretch for a moment. Then she laid both hands flat on the table and drew a slow breath.
"I get your point. Really. But Dylan... our employer knows what he’s doing. He always has. There must be a reason. A logic behind all this, even if it escapes us for now."
She stood, adjusted the sleeves of her shirt, then walked slowly toward one of the metal shelves cluttered with scribbled supply sheets. She pulled one at random, it seemed, but her eyes remained in shadow.
"And the front assignment will come. Sooner or later. This kind of calm is always just an illusion. The storm always finds us in the end."
Dylan didn’t reply right away. He stared at an invisible point on the wall, where a torn map had left a paler square.