Chapter 44
The Sentinel chopper descended onto the rooftop landing pad of the HQ with surgical precision, its blades kicking up a storm of dust and wind as security operatives rushed forward. Doors hissed open the moment they touched down.
A team of medics and technicians were already waiting.
"Move him!" one barked.
"I'm not dying," Ronan muttered as they tried to help him off the chopper.
"You look like crap," one of them replied flatly, pressing a scanner to his temple.
"Thanks," Ronan grunted, swatting the device away as Karla rolled her eyes and followed close behind.
Myles led the way into the building, barking orders into his comms. "Clear Lab-03. I want full isolation, all external feeds cut. And prep the sync chamber."
"What's the sync chamber?" Dez asked, jogging to keep up.
"It's where we plug into a system's root—monitor its code directly. Think of it like open-brain surgery for system users."
"Neat. Creepy, but neat."
