"What's the status with Axle?" Drakon asked, turning toward the console with his brows pulled low. "Is he maintaining position?"
Michael adjusted his headset, his eyes scanning the live audio wave flickering across his secondary monitor. "He's good," Michael said, tapping a quick sequence into his board to filter out the background hum of the motor pool. "He's playing it smart. He isn't pushing them too hard, just letting the conversation drag out so the proxy feed picks up everything."
Bastian leaned in closer to the primary monitor, his sharp eyes fixed on the signal telemetry. "Any encrypted bursts out of that quadrant yet?"
"Not yet," Michael replied, shaking his head slowly as he kept his fingers hovering over the keys. "He's establishing the hook right now. I'll let you know the s
