Click, clack-click-click.

Click.

It was dawn. In a windowless, silent office, only the quiet sounds of keyboards being tapped and mice clicking floated through the air.

There were fifty-three people in the room. Fifty men in suits sat in front of monitors, along with one figure who seemed to be their superior, and two guards stationed at the door.

It was 4 a.m. Ordinary office workers would be sleeping comfortably in their beds, preparing for the day ahead.

But not them.

They weren’t ordinary office workers.

No regular worker would be watching live footage streamed from a submarine in the …