The federal agent stepped inside, crisp suit unmarked by the long hours everyone else in the room had clearly endured.
No insignia, no visible rank.
That alone set Rheas on edge. Agents like that didn't represent a department—they represented intent.
Behind him, a tall man with spiky black hair and slanted black eyes, wearing an all-black formal uniform with the emblem of the Enhanced Humans Association, scanned the room expressionlessly.
It was clear the representative was in control of the room, not the government agent.
Rheas watched him carefully as he took his seat at the center of the table, fingers lacing together as though this were a courtesy call rather than an emergency briefing.
Around her, instructors exchanged quiet looks—confusion, curiosity, unease. They hadn't been briefed. That, too, was deliberate.
