, while Alex clenched his jaw, the buzz of frustration dull against the backdrop of Taylor's authoritarian certainty. It was this competitive undercurrent that kept him alert, the sense that his and Jordan's shared commitment to discovery was an unspoken rebellion against Cruz's narrowing vision of control and order.

Then Taylor did something unexpected. They paused beside Jordan and, for a moment, observed the device with something akin to reverence. “If this tech can be understood..." Taylor said, their voice quieter, "It could change the game for us. For all of us.”

The underlying dismissal earlier seemed to falter, replaced by a glimpse of reluctant respect for the gravity of what lay in their hands. Jordan looked up, and for a fleeting heartbeat, their eyes locked with Taylor's, a wordless clash of wills softening into an uneasy truce.

It was a small transformation, barely perceptible, but one that Alex noted with an inward nod. They had all been brought here by different paths and for different reasons. Yet, beneath the veneer of duty, the enticement of the vast unknown pulled them inexorably together, coalescing their distinct desires into a shared pulse of anticipation.

Marshaled back to the moment by the blink of lights and whir of machinery, they refocused their efforts, each movement sharpened by the knowledge that beyond understanding the unearthly artifacts, they might be piecing together the future of their species.

\*

Amidst the sterility of the briefing room, the liminal space between the facts laid out and the hidden truths, sat Sam Rivera, his demeanor an artful balance of focus and a casual disguise of his razor-sharp talent with technology. Across from him, Alex Mercer lingered in thought, the mental cogs turning as each file on Dulce stirred more than curiosity—it beckoned to a past both honored and burdensome.

"You've been quiet, Sam," Alex noted, catching the younger man's contemplative gaze. "Your take on these signal inconsistencies?"

There was a respect in Alex's tone, though a respectful distance remained—a gulf of experience and a hint of protective mentorship that stood between them. Sam nodded, recognizing the space afforded to him, and he couldn't help but feel the weight of expectation pressing upon his shoulders. It wasn't just the mission that was immense, it was the trust being placed in him.

"The patterns are... off," Sam admitted, hesitant but driven. "If I'm right, what we're looking at isn't random—it's a structured anomaly. We need to be ready for anything." 

Alex's eyes brightened with a subtle approval that crossed the distance like a silent nod. "Good. Keen eyes will keep us ahead—or at least not blindsided," he said, affirming the belief that inscribed Sam's role as more than the tech personnel—he was to be a guiding intellect in the heart of uncertainty.

Their exchange was cut short by