The laboratory was still cold from the night's breach, but the atmosphere had shifted from chaotic terror to a sharp, clinical desperation. Ren sat hunched over the primary diagnostic terminal, his fingers dancing across the haptic interface as he pulled together the fragmented data they had harvested from the infirmary sensors. Fang was at the far bench, his movements tight and controlled as he disassembled their containment equipment, packing the delicate lenses and copper wiring into lead-lined crates disguised as standard medical inventory.
Every shadow in the room felt like a witness.
