The heavy metal door creaked open with a muffled groan.
A wave of oil, hot metal, and stale electricity hit their noses the second they stepped inside.
Shigeo went in first, followed by Scott, Saya, and Giana, who carefully closed the door behind them — making sure not to trigger the auto-lock.
The room was narrow but complex : wires snaking through the walls, breaker boxes lined up like soldiers, and in the back — the generators themselves, massive and humming with restrained power.
Shigeo surveyed the setup quickly.
— "We must cut here, here… and here," he said, pointing to three separate panels. "We'll force a localized overload through the secondary circuits. Then interrupt the solar relay."
He opened his bag and pulled out a set of precision tools —miniature screwdrivers, clippers, pliers —everything meticulously organized.
It was hard to believe this quiet, reserved guy had such skill — and gear. His medal was not stolen.
