The highly advanced holographic transmission beacon resting upon the master console inside the Glass Catacombs flared with a blinding, pristine white light. The heavy, subterranean server vault, previously illuminated only by the pulsing blue glow of the Mirror Syndicate's data drives and the emergency lighting, was instantly bathed in the terrifying, untouchable majesty of the Green City empire. The light coalesced rapidly, weaving billions of photons into a flawless, three dimensional, life sized projection of Consort Noir.
Boss Solis took a slow step backward, crossing his massive arms over his chest. He watched the projection of his husband with a dark, devastatingly handsome smirk. Solis was standing in the freezing, crushing depths of the Silver Sea, surrounded by the paralysed bodies of elite espionage commandos, but his absolute focus was entirely tethered to the brilliant legal tactician projected before him.
