MIRA (quiet) We don’t have time.

Mira opens the backpack. The USB drive glints. Eli's eyes flick to the skyline: a helicopter silhouette approaches with a searchlight.

Mira taps the pack, feeling its weight.

Kara’s voice crackles through an earpiece—she's near the main rooftop.

MIRA Go. Take it to the drop at Solace Square. Don’t stop.