The night came down heavy over the ruins of Haven — the Resistance’s last stronghold. What was once a forgotten subway station had been transformed into a fortress of rusted steel and old tech. Holographic barriers flickered at the entrances, generators hummed in the shadows, and the scent of oil and ozone filled the air.
Ethan stood near the central command table, eyes locked on the holographic map that flickered above the surface. Red dots — enemy signatures — spread like a virus across the outer perimeter.
“They’ve found us,” Hannah muttered, slamming a fist onto the table. “The Facility’s moving faster than we thought.”
Dr. Myles’ mechanical eye glowed faintly as she analyzed the map. “Not faster. Smarter. They’re using pulse triangulation — tracking energy surges from our own defen
