The Legacy Drive sat on the console, humming.
It was a low, quiet sound, a soft, purple heartbeat in the sterile silence of the safe house.
It was calling to him.
Jinx stood by the weapons bench, her arms crossed, her expression a careful, neutral mask that didn't quite hide the lingering fear in her eyes.
Chloe was a statue of cool composure by the main holographic table, but Michael, with his new, unwelcome [Void Sense], could feel the turbulent waves of curiosity and calculation rolling off her.
"Well, kid?" Jinx grunted, breaking the silence. "You gonna touch the spooky space-box, or are we just gonna stare at it until it gets bored and opens itself?"
Michael took a deep breath.
The whispers in his head were quiet for now, cowed by the potent serum from the Alchemist. But they were still there. A choir of ghosts waiting in the wings.
He walked over to the console, the faint purple light of the drive reflecting in his eyes.
