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The elevator required a retinal scan he didn’t have, but the service stairwell descended six floors below ground. At the bottom, a steel door hung ajar, its lock freshly torched. Inside, the air smelled of ozone, sweat, and something sweetly chemical.

He didn’t run for the exit. He didn’t call the police. Instead, Elias walked to the mainframe, pulled a fire axe from the wall, and swung it into the largest cable he could find. bicycle confinement laboratory

Elias stepped closer to the nearest screen. It read: The elevator required a retinal scan he didn’t