November 24, 2025 — 7:10 PM
MOA Complex – Briefing Hall B
The lights in the room hummed softly overhead. At the center stood a rectangular table surrounded by five Overwatch personnel. They were quiet, attentive, their black field uniforms unmarked except for role tags on the shoulder—Pilot, Co-Pilot, Loadmaster, Systems Tech, and Drone Ops.
At the head of the room, Thomas Estaris stood with a tablet in hand, facing the team. Behind him, a screen displayed the silhouette of a C-17 Globemaster III, its broad wingspan stretched across the projection like a shadow over the world. Along the sides of the image were columns of specifications—fuel capacity, operational range, payload volume. Technical data that, to the untrained, meant nothing. But to this team, it was the foundation of the mission ahead.
Thomas didn't raise his voice. He didn't need to. They were already listening.
"We depart in twenty days. Wheels up at zero-three-thirty, December fifteenth."
