Don's boots struck the metallic floor with as he began walking deeper into the Command and Control Center. His pace was unhurried, his head turning just slightly to take in the towering pillars and softly glowing edges of the room.
Behind him, Gary stood motionless, his hands resting neatly behind his back. His faint smile deepened as Don passed by, his gaze following the younger man with a blend of pride and anticipation.
Don's path brought him around the large, circular table dominating the room. His fingers brushed the edge absently as he moved, the smooth, cold surface a contrast to the subtle glow emanating from its center.
His focus shifted from the faintly holographic globe to the vacant chair at the table's head. He stopped there, lingering for a moment before finally turning toward Gary.
"It's really impressive," Don said, his tone even, though a subtle edge in his voice betrayed his approval.
