The Eastern Compound was bigger than Sera remembered.
Or maybe she just hadn't seen it clearly the first time — hadn't understood what she was looking at. She'd been focused on Lumi then. On the children in cages. On the woman who'd called herself grandmother and offered a syringe full of blood. She hadn't had time to see the walls. The security. The way the whole place was built to contain something that terrified even the people who'd built it.
Now she saw it clearly. And what she saw made her blood run cold.
Three levels underground. The top two destroyed in the collapse. But the bottom one — the deepest, the darkest, the place where the air tasted like metal and the lights hummed at frequencies that made her teeth ache — was intact. More than intact. Upgraded. Improved. New generato
