"Keep those last two floors off the general map. Only I, Feng Yizhou, and anyone I clear manually should know what's down there."
[Understood. Redacting access trails and rerouting passive scan systems.]
The elevator chimed softly. Qingran stepped out onto the eighth floor, the lighting colder here, the corridors more sterile and wide. Reinforced steel paneling ran along the walls.
There were no windows here—only cameras, motion sensors, and the quiet hum of machines always watching.
"Come to think of it, there's no window in this facility or are there? I guess in the bedrooms and maybe kitchen? How does the oxygen flow here work?"
[There are a few—bedrooms, staff kitchens, and some old recreational spaces on Level 3. The rest of the facility is sealed for structural and tactical reasons.]
She slowed as they approached the command office door. A sleek, reinforced panel with a biometric reader blinked to life as she neared.
