:: Sinclair looked dubiously at the computer banks -- rows and rows of gleaming terminals crammed into a shadowy space about of about seven hundred square feet -- as he nodded in response to Adams' order.<strong>"Aye, sir."</strong>At least nothing here seemed to have been ripped apart or upended. He looked a bit pale and waxy, but moved with resolution to follow his orders.<br/><br/>:: Heading downstairs, Adams was greeted by an equally quiet and peaceful scene. Moving into the dim reactor chamber -- more spacious than the data center above, its heart occupied by the cylindrical mass of the complex's miniature reactor -- he detected a distinct smell of ozone. The reactor unit's control panel was visible, glowing faintly. There was a message flashing on its screens that could just be read at a squint from the doorway, saying "EMERGENCY LOCKDOWN."<br/><br/>:: He noticed a small, white object on the ground near the control panel, in a pool of what looked like dried blood... blinking, he realized it was a tooth.