CHAPTER 160
In a spacious, dimly lit chamber, dozens of monitors lined the walls in a panoramic display of the facility's every corner.
At the center of this technological hub, two men sat in high-backed swivel chairs, their silhouettes cast in a pale blue glow.
One guard monitored the northern array of screens while the other focused on the southern bank, sitting with their backs turned to one another.
Despite this strategic formation, the sheer volume of data was overwhelming; they were physically unable to scrutinize every single frame simultaneously, leaving several displays unwatched in the periphery.
Overhead, a heavy ceiling fan whirred with rhythmic vigor, circulating the warm, stagnant air as the sentinels maintained their silent vigil.
Suddenly, a sharp beep resonated from the wrist of one of the guards.
He tore his gaze away from the flickering monitors to check his watch, his brow furrowing as he read the notification.
It was a scheduled alarm.
