The heavy iron door swung open with a slow, agonizing groan that vibrated deep within the steel-reinforced walls of the common room. Delon forced his stubborn legs forward, his boots dragging slightly against the cold floor plates. The numbness from the stabilization treatment still lingered like a dull ache in his joints, but the urgency of the situation pushed him onward. The frantic blue alarms from the recovery ward had faded, replaced here by the low, coordinated hum of tactical machinery and the quiet murmurs of operators stationed at low-frequency monitoring terminals.
This room was clearly the central command hub of The Resonance. Overhead, thick bundles of black cables snaked across reinforcement beams, channeling stolen electricity into jury-rigged display monitors. In the cen
