The Still Air
The air inside Nexium Core was too still—like the building was holding its breath.
Charles stepped forward, eyes locked on the man behind the glass. The flickering red light of half-powered servers painted Specter's pale face like something from a nightmare.
He looked… ordinary.
Grey hoodie, hollow eyes, wireframe glasses. But there was a gleam in his stare that sent a chill through Charles's bones.
"You're… Specter?" Charles asked.
The man smiled faintly. "Or what's left of him."
Lena stood beside Charles, hand close to the concealed weapon on her hip. Behind them, the two guards maintained position by the entrance, but Charles could sense their unease. The facility felt wrong—too quiet, too controlled.
Specter stood and slowly walked toward the sealed glass door. It slid open with a soft hiss.
"Come," he said. "We don't have much time."
