*[INT. CALAVERA TRAINING CHAMBER – DAY]*
*The room echoes with the sharp sound of blades slicing through air. MARTHA CALAVERA, battle-hardened and precise, is practicing fluid spear maneuvers with deadly grace. KYA CALAVERA steps in, hesitant, watching her mother finish a final spin before pausing.*
*KYA (firm but uneasy):*
*"Mom… there's something you need to know."*
*MARTHA (without turning):*
*"If it's not urgent, save it for later. Timing is discipline."*
*KYA (stepping closer):*
*"It's about the new energy signature—the threat."*
*Martha freezes mid-form. She slowly lowers her weapon, turns, and gives her full attention, eyes narrowing with concern.*
*MARTHA:*
*"Speak."*
*KYA:*
*"One of my scouts spotted Mia Constantine—multiple times. She's been circling the state. Same routes, same pattern. Looks like… she's tracking something. Or someone."*
*Martha's eyes flash. The name "Constantine" already a thorn in their family's legacy.*
*MARTHA (calm but cold):*
*"Always the first to sniff a storm... and scream lightning. But if she's on the trail, it means we're behind."*
*She pauses, thinking strategically.*
*MARTHA (cont'd):**"This stays between us. Your father must not know—not yet. I want *you* to tail her. Discreetly. Find out what she's tracking. And if it connects to the anomaly…"*
*KYA (nodding):*
*"I'll find out. She won't see me coming."*
*MARTHA (stepping closer, placing a hand on her shoulder):*
*"And Kya… don't engage. Just observe. We don't want a repeat of Marseille."*
*KYA (smirking slightly):*
*"No fire, just shadow. Got it."*
*Martha watches her daughter walk away, a flicker of worry in her otherwise stone-cold eyes.*