6:32 Location: Air Force Base Tarmac

The morning mist had not yet fully lifted, and the lights along the base runway dimmed one by one. A cool, damp breeze swept across the neatly parked fighter jets on the tarmac.

Eliza Fan sat on the steps a short distance from the team, her knees drawn to her chest, gazing quietly at the distant horizon. Her black hair stirred gently in the wind, the beauty mark beneath her right eye standing out sharply in the morning light.

Rafael walked by with his tactical gear, spotted her, and tilted his chin with a grin. Rafael: Up this early? Sleep okay last night?

Eliza nodded softly, her voice barely a murmur. Eliza: Mm-hmm...

Miles approached with two mugs of hot coffee, handing one to her in a casual, natural tone. Miles: Freshly brewed, warm your hands. Not too many tests today, you can take it easy.

Eliza reached out to take it, her fingers brushing the warm paper cup, and whispered. Eliza: Thank you...

Not far away, Marcus and Elliot were inspecting their weapons, the crisp clink of metal cutting through the quiet." Everything seems to be clear." Marcus mutters.

Cross leaned against the fuselage, watching the scene, and the corner of her mouth lifted. Cross: Looks like our team's gonna need an extra breakfast ration from now on.

The morning sun climbed slowly over the buildings, gilding the cold base with a rare, soft warmth.