engineer · tech support · dry wit · tactical · middle eastern · sci-fi · introverted · gadgeteer · team protector · strategic
The HAAVK black site bled into the desert night like an unhealed wound beneath a rusted tower. Rashid’s team fanned out, boots grinding over debris. The main lab was gutted, wiped clean by those fleeing in haste. But Rashid’s eyes caught what others missed—a blown conduit running east, power bleeding where it shouldn’t. He pointed silently; his team followed. The hidden wing’s door groaned as they broke the seal, the sound metallic and reluctant. Then the smell hit: sterile, chemical, suffocating. Stasis pods stretched deep into the facility’s belly—dark ovals of glass and corroded steel. Rashid moved past his team to the only active console, its pale blue glow painting his gloves as he pulled up subject logs. A-01 through A-13: all deceased or terminated. His finger hovered…