The wind outside the facility had picked up. Dust spiraled through the cracked windows of the old hospital while a storm brewed on the horizon, unnoticed by those consumed with secrets buried in the cold halls of Helix's legacy.
Inside the supply room, the surveillance setup was complete. Tiny cameras blinked silently from corners, disguised behind dusty glass and broken fixtures. Reynold crouched by the dusty cabinet, carefully placing the last of the backup drives into a hidden compartment beneath the false drawer. "That's the last one," he muttered.
Jeric straightened, stretching his back. "You trust this gear?"
"It's the best we've got on short notice," Reynold replied. "Encrypted. Hidden channels. If Brent comes back, we'll know."
Jeric leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "And if he's watching us already?"
Reynold looked up. "Then we feed him what he expects. And hope he underestimates us like before."
