In the Intelligence Analysis Room, only the low hum of the triangular cooling fan resonated like a tireless iron lung. A ghostly green light curtain hovered above the circular table, cascading with a waterfall of cold data. Yelan leaned lazily in the shadows, her gaze sharp as a hook, pinned to the two newly synchronized reports.
"Interesting," she said, her voice carrying its habitual languor, yet every word was crystal clear. "The signal intercepted by Director Raoshu matches the thing my 'pangolin' dug out from the glacier, down to a millimeter."
Raoshu stood before the main console, her slightly plump figure held rigidly straight, her modified scholar's robe lending her an aura of steady composure. Her fingers swept swiftly across the light curtain, pulling up key columns for comparison.
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