Chapter 38: The Eye in the Sky
The heavy acoustic door of the primary command center clicked shut behind Rowan, severing the lingering scent of seared beef and rosemary before it could drift into the clean, filtered air of the operational hub. He carried a fresh glass of ice water in his left hand, stepping over the reinforced cable conduits embedded in the floor plates and taking his place at the central console. The deep subterranean generators hummed at thirty percent capacity, an unbroken vibration that traveled upward through the bedrock to remind him that his power reserves were virtually inexhaustible.
He set the glass down beside the dual trackball arrays, his eyes sweeping across the sixty-five-inch primary display. The regional weather sensors continued to log catastrophic read
