Kai pulled up a facility map. Rack RD8503 was a tomb—encased in fire-suppressant foam after a coolant leak in ’09. But PA671 wasn’t inside the rack. It was three meters to the left. Inside a wall.
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Lena looked up at the ceiling. Above them was the Central Records Vault. Sixteen thousand kilograms of pressurized steel shelving. Held up, supposedly, by active magnetic stabilizers. Kai pulled up a facility map