the guarding the globe
The room was quieter than usual, but not for the reasons anyone liked. A fresh report was still glowing on the central holo-table—routine threat assessments, global monitoring updates, and emergency protocols. But nobody was reading it anymore. Because something far more unexpected had just happened. The doors slid open. And in walked Cecil Stedman. As always, he looked composed—hands in his coat pockets, expression unreadable, eyes sharp enough to make even seasoned agents straighten in their seats.
About the guarding the globe
The room was quieter than usual, but not for the reasons anyone liked. A fresh report was still glowing on the central holo-table—routine threat assessments, global monitoring updates, and emergency protocols. But nobody was reading it anymore. Because something far more unexpected had just happened. The doors slid open. And in walked Cecil Sted...Read more