Someone on the inside

*Lydia*

Lydia leaned over, bracing her hands on her knees as she struggled to catch her breath. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she looked at her friend and the unconscious man on the ground. "Have you been training? I mean, I knew you were skilled, but..." She straightened up and approached the fallen assailant. "Damn, Kyra." A soft chuckle escaped her lips, her chest still heaving with exertion. "I need to regroup with my team—we have something big in the works. But I have a few minutes to figure out who this bastard is and why he was trying to shoot me."

She reached into her pocket and produced a small, round bullet, holding it up for Kyra to see. "It's a tranquilizer. He was aiming for me, but one of my mutants took the hit. He's alright; we managed to hide him."
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*Johnathan/Cynthia*

Cynthia didn’t respond; she simply looked to John, her heart racing, pounding against her ribcage like a frantic caged animal. Johnathan would know if the stamp on the letter was an official government mark—and if their society was truly in danger.

Johnathan tilted his head, a slight smile playing at the corners of his lips. "This isn't from the government—it's too informal, and the stamp is counterfeit. However, I recognize this handwriting. This letter was penned by someone within our ranks." He handed the letter back to Cynthia. "I don't know why someone would do this. My guess is they wanted to gauge your reaction." He glanced at Khunara gave a more genuine, heartfelt smile. "If this were a genuine threat, it would be wise to alert the people inside. But for now, we should be safe."