Naomi’s Pov

By the time we got back to the base, the air felt like it had weight. Heavy. Thick. As if the darkness from the docks followed us inside. Cassian walked ahead of me, tense and silent, shoulders pulled tight like he was holding something in place that kept trying to break loose.

Rubio and Mara were already in the war room when we stepped in. Rubio’s face was flushed, hair damp with sweat. Mara had her hands on her hips, breathing hard.

“What happened at the airstrip?” Cassian asked.

Rubio tossed a folder on the table.

“Everything. Or nothing. Depends on how you look at it.”

Mara crossed...