The lobby of the Sirocco Institute of Medical Sciences was a hive of controlled chaos by the time Ren and Fang arrived. News of the sudden health screenings had brought in families from every corner of the district, and the waiting area was overflowing with anxious parents and restless children. Pax stood at the centre of this storm, his presence a calm, commanding anchor that kept the logistics of the institute from collapsing under the weight of the crowd.
Ren watched from the balcony, observing how Pax navigated the room with the practiced ease of a born leader. He was not just managing a medical project; he was directing a defensive operation, ensuring that every person who entered the building was accounted for, screened, and monitored without ever suspecting the true nature of the work being performed.
"He handles the public face of this better than anyone I have ever known," Ren murmured, his eyes tracking a group of students who were assisting with the intake process.
