The Nevada facility was built into a mountain, similar to the Archive but incomparably larger. It took ten minutes just to drive through the approach tunnel. Security checkpoints at every hundred yards. Guards with military-grade equipment at every intersection. This wasn't just a building. It was a fortified compound.
They took my clothes, gave me a gray jumpsuit, and placed me in a cell that was comfortable but definitely a cell. The bed was clean. The bathroom was functional. But the door was steel, and the window was reinforced. They were being respectful about my imprisonment, but it was imprisonment nonetheless.
I spent eight hours alone before someone came to see me.
She was a woman in her sixties, with silver hair and sharp features that suggested both intelligence and ruthlessn
