As they stepped into the control room, Maya immediately noted the architectural anomalies. This wasn't a standard electrical room—it had been substantially modified. Her trained eye caught subtle variations in the wall textures where recent construction had taken place. She ran her fingers along a seam that shouldn't exist.
"James," she signed against his palm, their touch-based communication now second nature. "The walls have been reconstructed. Recently."
James tilted his head, focusing on his exceptional hearing. "The electrical signature is wrong. There's something behind that east wall—a low hum at approximately 32 hertz. Too rhythmic to be standard equipment."
Maya unfolded her portable analyzer, the device she'd modified specifically for this operation. Its screen flickered to li
