"Inside the control room, Gerald finds an open video channel playing a live feed of Laura’s private vehicle," Gerald murmured aloud, his amber cybernetic optics narrowing as the reality of the trap set in.
The green glow from the main terminal cast long, skeletal shadows across the rusted metal bulkheads of the abandoned control room. Every tactile interface on the primary console was caked in a thin layer of industrial grime and dried salt water. Gerald planted his heavy combat boots firmly onto the grating, his pulse rifle raised as he scanned every square inch of the enclosure. The open video window was broadcasting a real-time tracking signal from the upper skyway, displaying Laura's armored transport gliding through the transit lanes.
"You think a crude hostage distraction will dete
