Chapter 57: The Wagyu Broadcast
The low drone of the subfloor geothermal heating system vibrated through the soles of Rowan Mercer’s leather indoor shoes as he crossed from the main operations hub into the primary dining hall. The air throughout the subterranean complex remained locked at seventy-two degrees, completely unaffected by the howling blizzard raging against forty feet of reinforced stone above.
He walked over to the corner equipment rack, retrieving a broadcast-grade cinema camera mounted on an adjustable carbon tripod.
He wheeled the rig across the hardwood floor, positioning the heavy lens at the head of the massive mahogany dining table. He adjusted the fluid head, locking the pan and tilt clutches before setting the height so the frame would capture both the place settin
