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The desert appeared before the sun.

First came patches of low scrub, gray in the headlights. Then mountains silhouetted against a pale line on the horizon. As the sky brightened, Nevada opened up into sand, rock, and a metallic light that already seemed to hold heat.

At eight in the morning, the temperature outside climbed past forty degrees Celsius.

Unit 04 left the highway and turned onto a service road used by mining crews. Maya slowed down to protect the axles. Every bump shook the lab and reminded Morgan of her injured ribs.

"Energy reserves at sixty-three percent," Maya reported. "Cooling is using more power than propulsion. If we keep the whole lab running, we'll reach the silo with no reserve for extraction."

Leo shut down two servers. Chloe stowed the secondary screens and switched the radio to passive reception. The interior lights dimmed by half. The air conditioning slowed, and heat began seeping through the walls in slow layers.

"Thermal camouflage?" Morgan asked.

"Signature reduction, not camouflage," Maya corrected. "I can bring the chassis temperature closer to ambient, but that means keeping more heat inside. Five minutes in low-signature mode. After that, we either release the heat or cook the vehicle."

T.O.N.Y. projected satellite trajectories. A reconnaissance satellite linked to Roxxon would pass over the area in eleven minutes. Farther north, an unidentified plane was flying in circles.

"We'll pull into a dry wash," Maya decided. "Shut the reactor off during the flyover and use the rock for cover."

"How long without cooling?" Leo asked.

"A few minutes," Maya replied. "We'll keep the module cool on the auxiliary battery. If it heats up before the flyover's over, we stop trying to hide the truck."

Unit 04 descended into a hollow between sandstone walls. Maya positioned the trailer beneath an overhang and shut off the engine. The hum that had accompanied them for thousands of kilometers died.

Heat followed the silence.

Without ventilation, the air grew heavy almost at once. Morgan felt sweat forming at the back of her neck and her T-shirt sticking to her chest. The door seemed closer. The ceiling lower. Her body recognized the feeling before her mind could name it: shallow breaths, cold fingers despite the heat, the urge to open any exit she could find.

"It's not a lack of oxygen," Leo said, watching the sensors. "The level's normal."

Morgan nodded. Knowing didn't switch off the alarm inside her.

"Five things," Maya said from the cab without looking back.

It was a technique they'd used at MIT. Morgan fixed her eyes on the workbench.

"Yellow latch. Metal mug. Red light. Scratch on the table. Leo's shoelace."

"Four things you can feel," Chloe continued, her voice quieter than usual.

"Floor under my feet. Fabric at my waist. Hot air on my face. Cold pendant."

The sound of the plane drew closer. None of them spoke for a few seconds.

"Three sounds," Leo said.

"The engine outside. Maya breathing. Metal popping overhead."

The plane passed over the canyon. Its shadow crossed a strip of light on the wall and disappeared.

T.O.N.Y. waited for Maya's signal before confirming:

"The aircraft has moved away. I see no change in course in the images we have."

The reactor came back on. The air conditioning started up slowly, unable to clear the heat all at once. Morgan kept breathing until her body understood that the door wasn't closing on her.

"Thank you," Morgan said to all three of them.

Leo offered her water without putting the cup in her hand. Morgan needed a few more moments before she could hold it. Only then did she ask for the map again.

Pepper's secure channel opened once the temperature inside was back within medical limits.

"The reinforcements have been blocked from getting in," Pepper said. "A chemical leak has been reported through an official channel. The team's verifying the order through another channel, without relying on that credential."

"O.B.I.S. is using bureaucracy the way it used Roxxon," Leo said.

"Which is why no one's going to follow what's on a screen without checking it first," Pepper replied. "They've been delayed. Vance confirmed the transfer of parts and asked that any further information go through her lawyers. My team has turned the records over to the authorities; don't count on her cooperation coming when we need it."

Morgan told her about Chloe and the rules for the file. Pepper was silent for a moment.

"Mercer sent my board three questions last month," she said. "Two were uncomfortable. The third uncovered a subsidiary even my own auditors hadn't linked to Roxxon."

"Was that a compliment?" Chloe asked.

"It was a warning not to assume that being right means you don't need consent."

"Message received."

Pepper asked for the injury data, heard Maya confirm the limits, and only then spoke to her daughter.

"If the silo activates before reinforcements arrive, saving people still comes before recovering the system."

"It does."

"And if the suit goes into lockout?"

Morgan looked at the amber light Chloe and Leo had installed.

"I get out."

Pepper listened to the sound of her daughter's breathing before answering. Morgan held the microphone without trying to hide the sound.

"Come back to me while you can still do that," she said.

The connection ended.

The road ended three hours later. Unit 04 stayed hidden in a natural gorge four kilometers from Silo-Nine. Beyond that point, any heavy vehicle would be detected by the mechanical sensors described in Arthur Mercer's plans.

The driver who'd taken the last shift stayed in Unit 04 on the support channel. Maya had marked the extraction point on his clipboard. The lab would not enter the perimeter, even if Morgan asked over the radio.

Maya brought out the maintenance utility vehicle secured in the lower compartment. It had four certified passenger seats, seat belts, a winch, and light armor. The equipment went in the cargo area, not in Chloe's seat. One damaged tire would be enough to change the plan; nothing about it justified calling it a combat vehicle.

"No one heads out yet," she said.

Morgan looked at the estimated time to startup: six hours and twenty-two minutes.

"We're short on time."

"And Chrysalis is still hot from the drive," Leo replied. "Forty-five minutes to cool down before you put it on."

"It's not going to wait for us."

"And your nerves won't wait to react if I put hot metal against that injury," Maya said.

Morgan checked the bench readout. The core was still holding the accumulated heat. She adjusted the sleeve over her arm and left the pendant where it was.

"Forty-five minutes," she agreed. "We'll use that time for reconnaissance."

During those forty-five minutes, Maya and Chloe prepared the drones while Leo cooled the interface. Only afterward did they test the sample in the sun and run Morgan's brief mobility test in the shade. No previous clearance removed the need to check the suit's condition after the trip to the desert.

"The sample heats up before we're done taking the measurement," Chloe said, looking at the thermometer on the stand.

"Direct radiation from the ground," Leo explained. "The sand sends heat back up at the legs."

Maya shortened the planned window: fifteen minutes of activity before another check, and up to six in the deeper section if conditions allowed. That was not a guaranteed survival time. Morgan tested her reach with the interface cool; her right hand still wasn't back to normal, so the pulling tool would stay on the left.

When she took off the glove, a red line marked the base of her thumb. Morgan showed it to Leo before he asked. He trimmed the padding and asked for another test, without making a big deal of her change in behavior. The fit was more comfortable; the mark didn't disappear right away.

During the cooldown break, Chloe sat beside her under the rock. The sky was too white to look at directly.

"When you hear his voice, do you forget he isn't your dad?" she asked.

Morgan ran her thumb over the pendant.

"Sometimes my body forgets before my head does. The voice reaches me first. Then I remember the limitations, the records, everything he never lived through."

"That must be brutal."

"It's good, too. Both things can be true."

Chloe nodded, without searching for the perfect thing to say to fix it.

Morgan tapped the control that opened her channel to the interface.

"T.O.N.Y., do we need to bring more water?"

"Yes. And to stop using the bottle to weigh down the plans. Its original function deserves another chance."

Morgan laughed, and the laugh hurt her ribs.

"He picked the worst possible moment to sound like my dad."

"Maybe that's the most authentic part," Chloe said.

Chloe assembled three low-power microdrones with cameras, radio links, and onboard navigation. Only the receiving display used her old analog circuit; that didn't make the aircraft immune to interference. Leo checked the batteries. Maya tracked the heading through her binoculars.

Morgan went only as far as the shade of the gorge. The sun hit her skin like heat from an open oven. In the distance, Silo-Nine didn't look like a fortress. It looked like a cluster of low buildings, rusted towers, and fences lost in the sand.

Then the ground vibrated.

It wasn't an earthquake. It was a deep, steady pulse, followed by another eight seconds later. On the horizon, a plume of shimmering air rose from a circular structure at the center of the facility.

"Turbine one," Chloe said, consulting the plans. "Pre-ignition has started."

T.O.N.Y. recalculated.

"O.B.I.S. is still skipping safety steps. Estimated time until connection to the antenna: four hours and fifty-nine minutes."

"Between the cooldown and the test, more than an hour's gone by," Leo said.

The first microdrone crossed the ridge and covered the four kilometers to the perimeter. The camera showed tire tracks, new cables, and two mechanical figures standing beside the fence.

They looked like compact cranes until one of them moved its head.

The front lens lit up red.

The machine turned west, where the drone was descending beside the fence.

"The drone hasn't crossed the fence yet," Chloe said.

"But it came down next to the perimeter box," Maya replied. "The motor noise may have reached the sensors. Bring it back before you test that theory up close."

On-screen, a loose plate spun in the prop wash. The second time it struck the concrete base, an indicator on a box lit up. Chloe started bringing the drone back; interference hit the radio link before it could gain altitude.

On the screen, a second sentry woke.

Then a third.

Silo-Nine's lines of defense began to walk.

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