I stared at the Caltech facility blueprint spread across the Integration Council's tactical table, calculating angles and entry points the way I'd done for nine years of hunting. Old instincts die hard. Even after becoming Luna's mother, after building academies and brokering peace between supernatural species, part of me was still that professional killer who knew exactly how to breach secured locations.
"The main laboratory is here," Marcus said, marking the third-floor quantum physics wing with a red marker. "Thermal imaging shows twenty-three stationary human signatures, plus three entities with abnormal heat patterns."
"They're not generating heat," I corrected, studying the satellite data. "They're absorbing it. Look at the temperature gradients around their positions."
