MAYA (CONT’D) We cut the feed.
ROO She had contingencies. Smart.
MAYA Roo scrambles their field—I’ll find the emitter. Don’t let anyone get shoved into the flow. superheroine central
MAYA (late 20s, nimble, eyes that never stop calculating) stands at the table, fingers tracing a moving heat signature. Her suit is matte midnight with a single silver chevron across the chest. Across from her, COMMANDER ILEA (40s, seasoned, radiating calm) taps a holo and the map zooms to a dense downtown block. MAYA (CONT’D) We cut the feed
Ilea nods, satisfied.
Lights lower. The holograms blink off in succession, leaving the chevrons on their chests glowing faintly, like beacons in dusk. COMMANDER ILEA (40s