Mag-log inThe panel didn’t move again.It stayed slightly open above them, quiet and unresponsive, like it was waiting.Elliot didn’t rush it.That was the first difference.Instead of reaching up again, he stepped back, eyes fixed on the narrow gap as he tilted his head slightly, studying it like a problem that would punish impatience.“…It already knows we’re here,” he said. “So whatever triggers it isn’t just proximity.”Timothy stood beside him, his gaze shifting briefly from the panel to Elliot. “Then it’s waiting for a specific input.”“Yeah.”Elliot dragged a hand through his hair, thinking.“Not random interaction either,” he added. “If it were that simple, it would’ve activated when I tapped it.”Timothy folded his arms loosely, not closed off—just contained. “So it rejected that attempt.”“Or it classified it,” Elliot corrected. “There’s a difference.”Timothy glanced at him. “Explain.”Elliot exhaled quietly.“One blocks you,” he said. “The other… learns from you.”That sat different
“Tell me you did that.”Elliot didn’t look up from the open panel. His fingers were still inside the mess of wires, steady but alert, like he was waiting for the system to react.“If I did,” he said, “we wouldn’t still be standing here guessing.”Timothy leaned one shoulder against the wall, eyes moving across the corridor instead of the panel. “I wouldn’t call this guessing. You’re narrowing it down.”“That’s a very polite way of saying we’re stuck.”“Temporary,” Timothy replied.Elliot huffed quietly, adjusting his grip and reconnecting a pair of wires. He held them in place for a second.Nothing happened. No flicker, no resistance, no response.He pulled back slightly, frowning.“…It should’ve pushed back.”Timothy’s gaze shifted to him. “Explain.”“Any secured system reacts to intrusion,” Elliot said, wiping his fingers against his palm. “Even if it blocks you, it leaves a trace. A delay, a signal—something to tell you it’s still there.”“And this one isn’t.”“That’s the problem.
“Turn around, Elliot.”Timothy’s voice came from behind him—low, steady, but not as untouched as before. There was something under it now. Not quite frustration. Not quite urgency. Something closer to strain, pressed thin beneath control.Elliot let out a quiet breath, his shoulders rising and falling once before he shook his head.“No,” he said, not loudly—just enough to make it clear he meant it.For a moment, neither of them moved.The red emergency lighting cast long shadows along the corridor, stretching and shifting every time it flickered. The air still carried that faint metallic heat from earlier, but now it felt heavier for a different reason.“You’re making this harder than it needs to be,” Timothy said after a pause.Elliot turned slowly, just enough to glance at him over his shoulder.“Funny,” he replied. “I was about to say the same thing.”Timothy exhaled quietly through his nose, as if holding back something sharper.“This isn’t the time for defiance.”“And when is?” E
“You’re too calm.”Elliot’s voice cut through the corridor, sharper than before, carrying something that hadn’t been there earlier.It was laced with something closer to strain.Timothy stood a few steps away, his attention fixed on the sealed shutter ahead, as if he could dismantle it just by looking long enough.“That concerns you?” he asked.“Yes.”Elliot let out a quiet, humorless breath.“Because either you’ve already figured a way out of this,” he continued, “or you don’t think this is a problem.”A pause.“Which one is it?”Timothy turned slightly, his expression unreadable.“I am assessing.”Elliot gave a small nod.“Of course you are.”He turned away, pacing once across the narrow stretch of corridor, his steps sharper now, less controlled.The red emergency lights pulsed steadily, washing everything in a dull glow that made it hard to focus—like the world had narrowed into something smaller, tighter.Elliot dragged a hand through his hair.“You know what’s funny?”Timothy di
“Open it.”Elliot leaned against the rooftop door, one brow raised as he watched Timothy try the handle again.“You know, for someone who runs an empire, you’re having a surprisingly hard time with a door.”Timothy didn’t respond. He simply adjusted his grip and turned the handle with controlled force.This time, it clicked.The door swung inward.Elliot straightened, blinking. “…Okay. That feels suspiciously cooperative.”“It’s intentional,” Timothy said, already stepping through.Elliot followed, though his eyes stayed on the door a moment longer before it shut behind them with a dull, final sound.“That’s not ominous at all,” he muttered.The stairwell was dim, the lights overhead casting uneven patches of yellow that barely reached the corners. The air felt different here—warmer, heavier, like the building itself was holding its breath.Elliot shoved his hands into his pockets, glancing down the spiraling stairs.“So what’s the plan? We keep walking until your building decides to
“Did you lock this?”Elliot pulled the door harder, metal rattling under the force.It didn’t budge.Behind him, Timothy answered without urgency.“No.”Elliot glanced over his shoulder.“That’s not comforting.”“Well it’s accurate.”“Yeah, that’s the problem.”Another pull, stronger this time but it still did not bulge.Elliot stepped back, exhaling through his nose as he looked at the handle like it might suddenly cooperate out of pity.It didn’t.“Alright,” he muttered. “So we’re locked on the roof. Wow, just wow.”A sharp, mechanical click sounded above them.Both of them looked up.The lights flickered once—Then snapped on.All of them.Elliot winced slightly at the sudden brightness.“Impressive.”Timothy didn’t respond.His attention was already somewhere else.Elliot followed his line of sight—Straight to the maintenance cart.It moved. not slowly like before but direct.“Okay,” Elliot said under his breath, watching it roll past him. “I don’t like that.”The cart stopped in







