The Level 4 medical bay was no longer a sanctuary; it was a pressurized tomb. Above them, the tremors were growing more rhythmic the sound of tactical breaching charges chewing through the bunker’s upper crust. The "Vathek Group" wasn't just coming for a conversation; they were coming to excavate the "Origin Point" and his "Assets."
"Damian, the lift is dead," Caleb said, his fingers flying across the auxiliary console despite the tremors in his hands. "They’ve cut the main power, but the geothermal backup is holding. I’ve rerouted the emergency exit through the mineral shafts. It’s a straight drop to the sub-dock."
Damian looked at his brother the man he had kept in a gilded cage of medicine and silence for five years and then at Ava. For the first time, the "Scum CEO" didn't look like
