The facility looked smaller up close, decommissioned in some places, upgraded in others. It wore its contradictions like a bastard child of two eras: solar panels next to rusted vents, sleek glass overlooking corrugated steel. A security gate blinked but did not stop them—access codes were probably threaded into networks, sold in the same markets that traded cloud time.
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They left the gate and moved like shadows through the airport’s arteries. Outside, Savannah felt the first cold droplets prick her skin. They were fat and heavy, the sort of rain that arrives when a system recalibrates. People lifted umbrellas, irritated, as if the sky had simply misbehaved. Savannah and Bond walked without. Somewhere inland, charts were spiking: wind vectors snapping into place, humidity reading a steady climb. It was choreography, and someone had the sheet music.
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