Greg leads me through a maze of stark hallways inside the enormous central command building. The place has the cold, industrial feel of a military bunker or high-security compound. Groups of grim-faced personnel in crisp uniforms stride past us purposefully.
"This whole setup is incredible," I murmur to Greg as we navigate the labyrinth of corridors. "I still can't wrap my head around how Alyssa built something of this scale so secretly."
Greg shoots me a wry smile over his shoulder. "You'll get plenty of chances to ask the general herself about all the operational specifics. For now, just soak in this unbelievable reality - the reality of a full-blown resistance force ready to take the fight to the Alphas."
My heart pounds harder at his words. After so many months drowning in rage, gri
