Gwen raises one hand before the relay door opens fully. Inside, Tomas Vale, with medium-brown skin, a narrow tired face, and a small scar through one eyebrow, a gaunt middle-aged man with close-cropped gray hair, a black maintenance jacket, and a silver jaw implant, sits behind the console.
Gwen Armitage
Quiet entry. Nobody fires unless he gives us a reason. Reina, mirror the terminal. Vesper, sweep the room. Milo stays secured.
The team enters without triggering the station alarm. Reina places an air-gapped bridge against the console housing while Vesper checks ceiling panels, door contacts, and the relay’s manual locks.
Reina Sato
The mirror is building. No network handshake, no outbound signal. Vale’s active session is trapped inside the isolated copy.
Milo Serrat
That control stack is older Lazarus architecture. The manual interlocks are real, and the emergency purge can still wipe local access history.
Milo remains cuffed near the entrance under Gwen’s watch. Vesper finds the purge housing and locks its cover, while Vale’s console lights shift from green to warning amber.
Tomas Vale
Detective Armitage, you are making a serious mistake. Step away from my station, and I can still explain why Saint Marrow Tower is active.