The room was in chaos. People were running from left to right, clutching documents, yelling instructions, and making frantic calls across all sectors of the academy. Alarms echoed through the air, heightening the urgency. Fear laced the atmosphere. The reports had come in fast—and grim.
An attack had been confirmed.
Military officials were already being deployed to every corner of the academy. It was a full-blown mobilization, swift and exact, like a wartime protocol activated without hesitation.
At the center of this storm of activity stood the man in charge—Sergeant Tommy. A rugged, hardened veteran with scars running down his arms and face like old, jagged maps. Each mark told a story, and none of them were peaceful.
His jaw tightened as he stared at the flickering monitors in front of him. Numbers were climbing, flashing red and orange warnings across the holographic screens. His dark eyes scanned them with a mixture of disbelief and concern.
'This can't be right…'
