Ava leaned in, her Blueprint system syncing instantly to Lucas's monpoly system. The glowing projection hovered above his wrist display, flickering lines forming a wireframe of Level One's internal architecture—hidden corridors, private vaults, encrypted access shafts.
Not outside the city. Not off-grid.
Everything Lucas was about to destroy… was happening inside the heart of the bunker.
Ava's eyes narrowed. "You're hitting her from inside."
Lucas's golden gaze didn't waver. "Of course. Angel built her kingdom here. She trusts the walls of Level One. That makes her blind."
The map zoomed in, revealing the southern wing—a restricted access section few even knew existed. There, tucked between faux storage units and repurposed emergency shelters, was a chamber marked in red.
"Subsection 1-A, vault corridor C."
Lucas tapped the red icon. "Looks like a water filtration sublevel on official records. It's not. She moved her entire backup cache here after the last council audit."
