The forty-second floor vibrated.
More than a metaphorical energy; it was a literal, physical shake bleeding through the floorboards from the newly installed server racks in the engineering bunker.
The ambient temperature of the room had risen two degrees despite the aggressive air conditioning.
Ryan stood at the head of the black marble table inside the glass-walled war room.
Outside the glass, the bullpen was a chaotic blur of motion. Hayes's PMC operators held the perimeter with lethal stillness, contrasting sharply against the frantic pacing of the new hires Sophie had already pulled into the fold.
Inside the war room, the core team sat staring at the massive 85-inch monitor dominating the far wall.
