Sterling Security, Operations Room.
The room buzzed with low murmurs and the quiet tapping of keyboards. Large screens covered the walls, displaying city navigation grids, CCTV feeds, and infrared overlays. Every dot on the map was being tracked, every movement logged.
Monica sat at her office, joined remotely, a headset pressed against her ear, her sharp gaze fixed on the split screens in front of her. One feed showed the private rink earlier that day, Miles and Thea skating under soft light. Another, live, displayed the bustling floors of Star Central Mall where Miles and Thea now walked side by side, moving casually from shop to shop like any ordinary pair.
"Report," Monica said flatly.
"Ma'am," one of the agents responded immediately, his voice precise. "Boss has entered Star Central Mall with the target. Currently in section B3, fashion retail. No suspicious activity detected yet."