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A glowing blue tunnel stretched on for maybe fifty feet before its walls went dark. Beyond that, there was nothing but ash and scarred tissue. Men in women in bright red hazmat suits with clear helmets knelt in the ruins of what had once been the Nexus of the Key, all scanning the area with various pieces of equipment.
Dressed in a hazmat suit of his own, Jack stood in the tunnel with his arms folded and looked through the clear mask. “What can you tell me?” he asked through the radio. “Is there any indication of what Slade did?”
One of the men just inside the chamber stood up and spun around to face Jack. “No, sir,” he said, shaking his head. “Any neural networks that might give our scientists some clue as to how this place works were torched in the explosion.”
“I'm sorry,” Jack sa
