Facility Seven emerged from coastal fog like a forgotten memory—a modernist structure of glass and stone built into Monaco's northwestern cliffs where Rodriguez influence remained deliberately minimal. As their extraction vehicle navigated the final approach along private access roads, Alex studied the compound through enhanced perception that cataloged security measures with automatic precision.
"My mother designed this place," he observed, recognizing Geneva's architectural preferences in the deliberate balance between defensive capability and aesthetic harmony. "How long has it existed?"
"Twenty-three years," Geneva answered from her position across from him, movements still betraying damage from Carlos's interrogation. Through their synchronized connection, Alex felt Sonia processi
