The hallway was long and silent. The only sounds that could be heard was the hurried footsteps of Jonah and Vanessa and, the distant sound of explosions from the other side of the fortress. Draven and Seraph were doing their job.
The cold feeling in Jonah's mind got stronger with every step he took.
"We're close," Jonah whispered, his breath looking like fog in the cold air. "Whatever Dr Thorne has created... I sense it's just ahead of us."
They reached the end of the hall. A giant blast door blocked their path. It had no handle, no keypad. Just a tiny, glowing blue line running around its edge.
"That's some serious shielding," Vanessa said, pulling out her datapad. "Artificer-level. He really doesn't want visitors."
"Can you get us in?" Jonah asked.
Vanessa knelt, her fingers moving fast on a screen she projected onto the floor. "I don't smash things like Draven," she said with a small, tired smile. "I open them carefully."
