(Third Person).
The Next Day…
The afternoon light spilt across Draven's study, catching on the edges of the papers and maps spread across his desk.
Dennis was leaning over one side, tracing the movement routes marked in red ink, while Jeffery was reading through a list of reports.
Draven sat back in his chair, quiet but focused, his mind already several steps ahead when a sudden, sharp knock broke through the silence.
Before he could answer, the door opened and Meredith stepped in, her expression taut.
"Draven," she said, a little breathless, "there's breaking news, you need to see this."
All three men straightened. Draven's brows furrowed slightly. "What happened?"
"It's the humans," she said quickly. "They are protesting. It's everywhere on the channels—people demanding Brackham to end the lockdown. They are saying they are starving, that hospitals have shut down, and there is no more food in their homes."
Dennis let out a low whistle. "Well, that didn't take long."
