The Kane Building's security control center hummed with a low, purposeful energy. Banks of monitors displayed feeds from every corner of the globe, but Marcus's attention was locked on a single, isolated sector: the newly established living quarters for the Awakened. His face, lit by the cool blue glow of the screens, was a mask of grim concentration.
Alexander leaned against a console beside him, arms crossed. He could feel the tension radiating from his head of security. "Spit it out, Marcus. You've been chewing on something since they arrived."
Marcus didn't look away from the screen. With a few sharp taps, he brought up a data stream—a complex readout of psionic energy fluctuations. He pointed a calloused finger at a series of sharp, rhythmic spikes superimposed over video of Kael speaking with a group of human aid workers.
