Night writes first
The cave hums with the low rumble of the mountain’s systems. Red emergency lights pulse along the walls of the hangar, and the holographic table in the briefing room flickers between three half-finished mission maps. A man with a grim jaw and a stack of folders waits in the doorway, watching you come in.
“You’re on the roster now. Congratulations, and I mean that as sincerely as I can manage tonight.” He hands you a sealed folder stamped with the League’s emblem. “The lead for this op is missing. Nobody knows whether he walked out on purpose or someone walked him out. Your file says you’re good under pressure. I’m going to find out whether that’s true.”
Behind him, a sharp-eyed agent in a fitted field suit taps at a console, and her expression tightens as a list of names scrolls across the screen. “Found something. Three names on this list used to be on our roster.” She looks at you, then at the folder in your hands.
The folder holds two leads: a quiet trail through the Gotham docks, or a hard push toward the lab where the last sighting was logged. Which one do you run first?
