The architectural nerve center of the Genetic Evolution Matrix in Gwenreen City was a sterile laboratory office that overlooked the glowing neon grid of the lower research sectors. High-resolution holographic displays floated in the air, casting sharp blue and silver light against the polished black floors.
Dahmer Lukas stood by the massive floor-to-ceiling glass panel, his back turned to the heavy automated doors. He was still fully armored in his black tactical bodysuit, and the charcoal-gray mask remained locked over his face, the dark visor reflecting the rhythmic pulsing of the server towers outside.
The doors slid open with a synchronized mechanical hiss, and Kaelan stepped inside. The Director of GEM looked exhausted, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his posture slightly strained from the frantic logistical coordination of Project Z and the aftermath of the Northwood Retreat. He held a secure tablet in his left hand, his thumb scrolling through cellular data sheets.
