The tension in the spacecraft hung thick in the air as Daniel, Mason, and Nick remained rooted to their spots, their minds still reeling from the revelations of the past minute.
Everything they thought they knew about their employer—about reality itself—had been systematically dismantled. It was like a distant memory now, replaced by something far more complex and infinitely more terrifying.
Liam moved with casual confidence through the cabin, his footsteps echoing softly against the metallic floor. He approached the pilot and settled into it naturally.
The seat seemed to mold itself to his form, and as he touched the armrest, holographic interfaces flickered to life around him like fireflies awakening at dusk.
"Lucy," he said, "I'll take it from here. Thank you for the setup."
"All systems are optimal. Coordinates for Lunar Base Sanctuary are locked and verified," Lucy said, as she relinquished control to Liam.
