Morning came fast, the silo complex buzzing with quiet, focused activity as Osei's people finalized equipment checks and Voss worked through the maintenance authorization one final time on a borrowed laptop.
"Codes are still active," Voss confirmed, closing the screen. "Nobody's flagged my credentials yet, which means either Sloane hasn't noticed my absence, or they're letting it play out deliberately."
"You think this could still be a trap?" Reyes asked, checking his rifle's sling for the tenth time that morning, testing his shoulder's range of motion with a wince he tried to hide.
"I think everything about this program has been patient and calculated so far," Voss said. "I'd be a fool to assume this is different."
Priya loaded her equipment into a duffel bag, the digital disruption t
