Inside the operations center, Wrewdison finds himself in a service corridor, dimly lit and lined with pipes and conduits. The hum of electronics and air conditioning systems is pervasive. An occasional flicker from overhead lights adds to the facility's clandestine ambiance. He spots a series of doors along the corridor, each labeled with nondescript numbers and letters. One door has a security keypad glowing faintly. At the far end, the corridor turns sharply, leading deeper into the belly of the facility where crucial operations might be housed. Wrewdison's senses alert him to proceed with caution.

taken in #downtown