Chapter 648
- The warehouse was a cavern of humming servers and flickering monitors, but the high-tech glow did little to warm the atmosphere.
- Thomas sat on the edge of a reinforced crate, his hands trembling so violently that the tablet he held rattled against his knees.
- “We have to call him. Albert, patch me through. Now!” Thomas’s voice was strained, cracking with an anxiety that bordered on physical pain.