The coordinates Maya extracted from the mathematical patterns led them to Northridge Industrial Park, forty minutes outside the city limits. James felt the atmosphere change as Echo guided him from the Bureau vehicle.
"Describe it," he said to Maya, hearing her footsteps stop beside him.
"Abandoned," Maya signed against his palm, then remembered he couldn't see her in the open space and spoke aloud. "Rows of concrete buildings, most with broken windows. Weeds pushing through cracked pavement."
James tilted his head, filtering through the ambient sounds. "Not completely abandoned. There's an electrical hum coming from the third building on the right."
Maya checked her tablet. "That matches the coordinates exactly." She studied the seemingly vacant structure—a low-slung concrete building
