The briefing room aboard the Resolute was dimly lit, with flickering holographic displays casting long shadows on the walls. The air felt heavy and thick with tension as Alphonse stood at the head of the table, his usually casual demeanor replaced by a rare intensity. Around the table sat the team: Jackie, Agent Lorne, Kovacs, and two other CID operatives, their faces etched with fatigue and wariness.


    Alphonse tapped a control on the console, and a hologram of interconnected trade routes lit up the center of the room. Lines crisscrossed the galaxy, converging on a handful of brightly glowing nodes, one of which was labeled Prescott.


    Stolen story; please report.


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    The visuals grow darker, showing grainy surveillance footage of freighters docking at unregistered facilities and crates being loaded under the cover of night.


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