Dane
It turned out Dane's little trip down to the bottom levels of the building with Felix had only given him the most casual brush against the "bunker" as his father called it. Two hallways beyond the safe room they'd visited earlier, there was an entire basement level that looked like something out of a sci-fi movie with a massive, black center table, an aisle surrounding it where three men could walk abreast, all of it surrounded by banks of desks, huge monitors, and digital equipment.
Dane struggled not to let his jaw drop when they walked in. A lot of it was clearly on the cutting edge of surveillance—some of it even further ahead than his own.
Dane swallowed, but kept his face blank as he followed his father through the room. They were trailed by Felix, and two or three goons that his father was going to have working on the operation.
