The day of the Action dawned at last. Armand left to prepare along with other members of the team. Carl headed down to the Operations Room, without a minder this time, and took stock of his console. The operators were put through these initial tests, and finally the doors opened and the team entered, clad in the strange, body-hugging fabric, dark in color, that was supposed to have field-facilitating properties.
Armand winked at Carl as he passed. Carl smiled at him, but felt the pricking of tears in his eyes.
The incursion field was generated, on the coordinates that had previously been obtained by scouts. The blue circle of the incursion window flickered into being, while the six members of the team stood by in a relaxed posture, feet apart.
The field showed a room that was carved out
