The workshop was completely different from the military room.
Her lab was full of life and energy. Blueprints and half-finished projects were stacked on every surface. Copper wires lay across the floor. The air hummed with the sound of many runic devices clicking and whirring.
The team gathered around her central workbench. It was a massive piece of black stone, marked with glowing lines.
"Okay, a frontal assault is out," Seraph said, her voice cutting through the buzz of the lab. "The Bureau has too many potential hideouts. We'd be chasing shadows for years."
Draven leaned against a metal pillar, his arms crossed. He looked completely out of place, like a war machine dropped into a mad scientist's lab. "So we're just supposed to wait for them to make a mistake? I don't like it. They've had weeks to hide."
