Delia Yonce and her magical curl

The Good Agent Delia in Captivity

"Listen," Delia said, raising her voice to draw attention to herself. "We have to act fast. If the Convention has ears everywhere, we don't have time to waste. We can't afford to remain in the shadows."

"Delia's right," Edwin nodded. "If the Damien Thorn project is already underway, we need to find out where the robot's assembly plant is and attack it as soon as possible," he added.

Baylock sighed, feeling the pressure on herself.

"I can help you plan the operation, but we need time to prepare. I know the Convention's defenses can be quite severe."

"It could be risky," Carol countered, her voice shaking with worry. "We could be their next victims."

"That's why we have to act," Delia insisted, sensing that their time was running out. "If we let ourselves sit and think for too long, the Convention will take advantage of it."

Edwin stepped forward, clenching his fists.

"What if we split into teams? Some of us can work on the mission while others gather information on how to get past the security."

"Or we can go on reconnaissance right now," Delia added, pushing her hair back. "I can use my abilities to access the data we need."

Baylock considered this and nodded.

"That could work," she said. "I know where some of the weak points in the security are. If we approach carefully, we can get to the plant."

All the while, Delia felt the pressure building in her chest.

"We have no choice," she said confidently. "If we want to stop the Convention, we have to take a risk."

Finally, the team agreed. Each of them knew that this mission might be their last chance to turn the tide. They began to discuss the details, but Delia felt her heart pounding with anxiety again.

"We must be prepared for the fact that this will be dangerous," she said with determination. "But if we work together, we can succeed."

The assembled members met each other's eyes, and Delia saw fear and determination intertwined in theirs. At that moment, she turned to the team.

"Let's gather ourselves and prepare. Time is running out, and we must be ready to act," she said, her voice sounding more confident and powerful than ever before.

At this time, a tense atmosphere reigned in Makoto Shugarami's gloomy office. The faces of his close associates were clouded with anxiety. Makoto sat behind a massive desk, his gaze focused on the digital screen where reports of his enemies' movements and actions flashed. He knew that Delia and her team were preparing to act, and this filled him with apprehension.

"Show me where all our witnesses are," he said coldly, clenching the edge of the table through his teeth.

His voice sounded like a harbinger of a storm. One of his assistants, a short man, with glasses and a slight blush on his cheeks, quickly pulled up a map of Lisbon on the screen.

"We are monitoring their every move. But there is a suspicion that one of us is passing information to Delia and her team," he said, his voice trembling with fear.

Makoto looked at him with hostility.

"Then check everyone who could fail me. I will not tolerate betrayal!" his eyes flashed like sharp blades.

He was not going to leave anything to fate, and at this moment, suspicions were already starting to form in his head. He knew that some of his supporters were too unsure of their actions.

"If any of you think they can escape with information, I will do everything in my power to stop it," Makoto said, clenching his fists.

The assistant began typing in the names of those who could arouse his suspicions in a panic. Makoto was getting angrier and angrier with each passing second, and that angry tension was starting to turn into routine paranoia.