To one side, a towering array of servers blinked with green and red lights, their rhythm mesmerizing. Warm air from the servers fought the room's cold climate, making the temperature shift with every step.
Gerald took a moment to absorb the scene, the sheer scale of the operation dawning on him. The room felt alive, charged with electricity and potential, stirring a sense of awe and urgency that prickled at his skin.
Gerald forced himself to keep breathing at the same pace as Heiu. Panic would make the scientist sloppy, and sloppiness would bring guards faster than any alarm. He marked exits, blind spots, and anything made of metal. If the room turned against him, the servers, railings, and tool trays would become ammunition before anyone understood what happened.
As they approached the terminal, Gerald kept his senses sharply tuned to their surroundings. His eyes flicked from Heiu to the other occupants of the room and back, ready to react at the first sign of trouble.
