The war leaves its mark.

Previously

…"He took the bait," Miller whispered, her eyes fixed on the unfolding data streams. "The dump is live. They're receiving it now." Alex leaned back, a profound exhaustion washing over him, but it was tinged with a nascent sense of peace. The fight wasn't over, not yet. Thorne would undoubtedly fight back. But the first blow had been struck. The carefully constructed facade of Commander Thorne was beginning to crack, and the truth, like a stubborn weed, was pushing its way through the concrete. He looked at the locket, still resting on the table between them. Sarah’s legacy, a whisper of justice in the deafening roar of war. They had finally found her voice.