Chapter 87 INFILTRATION

The dimly lit corridors of the government intelligence agency echoed with the soft murmur of voices and the occasional click of heels on the polished linoleum floor. Luke moved with purpose, his steps quick and silent as he navigated the maze of hallways, his heart pounding with anticipation. Dressed in a crisp black suit and tie, Luke blended seamlessly with the other employees bustling about their daily tasks. His expression was stoic, his features set in a mask of determination as he made his way towards his destination. As he approached a pair of heavy oak doors at the end of the corridor, Luke's pulse quickened, his mind racing with the gravity of the task. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead, before pushing open the doors and stepping into the agency's heart. The room beyond was vast and cavernous, filled with rows of gleaming computer monitors and bustling agents poring over endless data streams. The air was tense, the atmosphere charged with the