OAKHAVEN
A massive power surge raced straight into the smart-glass control system.
The gigantic glass wall behind Vane shattered with a deafening roar. Thousands of sharp glass fragments exploded outward into the sky, creating a massive, howling wind tunnel inside the room. The sudden shift in air pressure yanked everything toward the gaping opening—papers, chairs, holographic screens, and the remaining security droid, which was tossed out into the empty air sixty floors above the ground.
Vane shrieked in shock as the powerful wind knocked him off his feet, sending his plasma gun sliding out into the abyss. He scrambled frantically, grabbing onto the edge of his bolted obsidian desk to keep from bein