Draven.
A soft knock at my door dragged my thoughts away from everything about the call with Brackham and the upcoming war that cannot be ignored.
"Come in," I called, my voice low.
Dennis and Jeffery entered, quiet but deliberate, the door clicking shut behind them. Both took the chairs in front of my desk—Dennis slouching a little, as always, Jeffery straight-backed, eyes attentive.
I studied them for a heartbeat, then leaned forward. "Reports?"
Dennis spoke first, jaw tight. "About the secret lab—we've combed every public hospital, private facility, even the small clinics in the inner and outer city. Nothing. Absolutely nothing shady. If the lab exists, it isn't in any of those places."
A heavy silence settled between us. I didn't like that answer—not one bit—but Dennis continued before I could speak.
"Our conclusion," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, "is that it's underground. Literally. Somewhere hidden, off the books."
