There are too many things in this world that are unknown, hidden beneath the calm, and once unveiled, they bring destruction in an instant.
This place is exactly like that.
Everywhere are ticking time bombs ready to explode with a single touch.
A slight carelessness can result in devastating damage.
On the third level underground.
A low-profile chip was applied to the back of Caleb Baker's neck.
He was way too familiar with it; his gaze was utterly serene.
"This way, please."
Someone led the way.
Caleb Baker's stride remained leisurely and his gaze steady, focused straight ahead, his mood even coolly murky.
Until.
They entered a door.
The room was vast.
Untold instrumentation was humming steadily.
Various precision tools were unimaginably advanced.
Inside, people were fully armed, their faces obscured.
Only one man, clad in a white lab coat and wearing glasses, looked to be in his thirties.
