Gianna didn't think she would ever get used to the almost magical mechanism of the Black Cells.
Standing on the barren, wind-swept stretch of arid land way beyond the city, the location looked like a desolate desert—a vast expanse of dry earth, scrub brush, and hollow silence under the starless night sky.
Yet, with an almost quiet hum of hydraulic gears, the air seemed to split, revealing the concealed entry hub of the world's most formidable containment facility. It was a terrifying triumph of engineering.
Beside her, Susan's crisp voice broke through the low hum of the idling SUVs, continuing an ongoing briefing with Sandro.
