The western district facility looked like every other building in the industrial zone.
Low concrete. Chain-link perimeter. Standard commercial signage with the holding entity's name and a research facility designation. Nothing that indicated what was inside. Hunter had seen this before — the south rail yard, the northern assessment facility, the buildings that were ordinary from outside because ordinariness was the most effective concealment available.
He arrived at twelve fifty-one. Carver was already at the perimeter. He had not been asked and he had not been told. He had seen the network message and come because coming was the correct thing to do.
Yewande was inside with the state inspection team. Hunter had a message from her at twelve forty-three: Two floors licensed. Team is on fl
