The swirling, bruised-purple portal of Zone 14 rippled violently, and Hide stepped out.
The transition from the humid, rotting swamp back into the sterile, climate-controlled air of Facility 1 was jarring. Hide took a slow breath, adjusting his posture.
His clothes were damp, and Night Singer was safely tucked away in his inventory, leaving him empty-handed.
He looked toward the control console.
Silas, his designated Helper, was staring at him. The young man's pristine composure had entirely evaporated. His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were darting erratically between Hide and the holographic tablet in his hands.
"Is the exit procedure complete?" Hide asked, his voice calm.
Silas jumped slightly, his fingers scrambling over the tablet. "I... yes. Yes, Operator Volter. The gate is resetting now." He swallowed hard, his eyes still wide. "Sir... you..."
Hide raised an eyebrow. "Is there a problem?"
