The dim illumination of the primary security ward cast long, distorted shadows across the reinforced iron doorway. Inside the main cell, the heavy silence remained absolute as the internal transition finalized within the neural paths of the technician. V stood perfectly straight, utilizing the physical mass of Delon's body with a calculated precision that completely eliminated the scientist's natural hesitation. The green luminescent glow of the chest plate hummed with a stable, high capacity current, reflecting softly against the damp concrete floor of the corridor directly behind the military base detention ward.
"The external patrol routes are recycling their sensor sweeps every ninety seconds," V whispered through Delon's vocal cords, the tone flat and entirely stripped of any human
