The Wraith Cell was buried beneath a mountain of ice and steel, once a weapons lab, now a sanctuary.
Raine stood before twenty survivors—some scarred, some too young to fight, but all willing.
"We don't have time to rebuild," she said."So we improvise, sabotage, and survive."
A murmur of agreement.
Beside her, Silas adjusted his goggles, watching her with unreadable eyes.
Silas – The Spy
Later that night, while others slept, Silas opened a hidden panel on his arm.
Inside: a black shard of alien tech.
He pressed his thumb to it.
[VULTARI NODE SYNCING...]
[Signal Stabilized – Coordinates Logged]
[ETA to Strike Window: 27 Hours]
He looked back at the sleeping rebels.
"Sorry, Raine," he whispered. "This world's already dead. I'm just cashing in early."
Seeds of Suspicion
But not everyone trusted him.
Nira sat in the shadows, sharpening her blade.
Her eyes flicked to Silas—too clean, too calm for someone claiming to be from the outer wastelands.
She whispered to Raine the next morning, "Where'd you find him again?"
Raine frowned. "He found us. Saved a scout team from a sentry drone."
Nira's tone darkened. "Or made it look that way."
Flashback – Lucian's Orders
"Don't kill her," Lucian had told Silas. "Not yet."
"Soften her. Break her rhythm. Make her doubt her instincts."
Silas had nodded.
"And when the Vultari arrive?"
Lucian had smiled.
"Then we deliver the last hope of mankind… straight to extinction."
Unraveling Threads
In the final scene, Nira quietly follows Silas into the abandoned communications room.
She sees him speaking—but no one is there.
Only light flickering off his arm.
And then—
[VULTARI SYNC CONFIRMED – STRIKE SEQUENCE LOCKED]
Nira's hand goes to her blade.
"I knew it."
But she's too late.
Silas turns—blaster raised.