Thee heavy steel doors of the underground bunker groaned as they slid shut, cutting off the cold wind of the Gray Zone. For Xin, that sound was the most beautiful thing in the world. It meant the nightmare was over, at least for tonight.
The Resistance Base wasn't a fancy high-tech fortress. It was an old, converted subway maintenance hub buried deep beneath the city’s roots. The walls were weeping with moisture, and the air smelled of stale coffee, diesel fuel, and too many people living in a small space. But as Xin stepped off the elevator, he felt a wave of warmth that had nothing to do with the heaters.
"They're back! The Captain is back!" a young voice shouted.
Suddenly, the quiet hallway was filled with people. These weren't the hollow, silent statues from the Stadium. These we
