Quiet Reign
The heavy metal doors of the subterranean server room slid open with a soft, clinical hiss. Xavier stepped through, his breathing still ragged, his chest rising and falling in a heavy, labored rhythm under his damp black shirt. He still carried the raw, dangerous physical energy of the fight in the Sector 4 substation, his knuckles slightly bruised and his adrenaline pumping like a runaway train.