Chapter 124 - The Echoes of a Broken Record

The sterile, white corridors of AuraGen Labs were a silent, unnerving tomb. The only sounds were the soft, synthetic leather squeak of their own footsteps and the distant, almost imperceptible thrum of the facility's life support systems. From the outside, a faint, chaotic symphony of alarms and the occasional, triumphant "SUIIII!" from ISnowSpeedster's blizzard-of-annoyance served as a bizarre, comforting reminder that their diversion was working perfectly. But in here, the silence was a living thing, thick and heavy with the ghosts of their last conversation.