30: Piran
Piran
Casey sussed.
Piran monitored through sensors as she walked down the stone stairs, one hand riding the rail. He’d suggested that, if anyone questioned her, she should tell them she liked the exercise, that the training rooms were always too crowded.
She reached a landing, walked past the door, started on the next flight of stairs.
He didn’t tell her that he’d already opened two secure doors, or that he’d run loops on every sensor that could’ve caught sight of her. Anyone watching feeds would see empty clips from a few hours ago. He even had a slow fade set for loop-end, matching lighting conditions.
There were atmos sensors in the stairwell, and they’d taken more work—maybe half an hour. He’d hacked base settings so they wouldn’t register Casey’s body-heat, or the
