The Trending Feeds Lifted Me Up

They traced the badge to an east-port warehouse district. In daylight it looked like ordinary cargo space, but once they got behind the old container stacks, the air changed. Cameras were too dense, patrol routes too organized, and there was a faint ozone smell like a high-voltage discharge had just happened. Noah had just stepped into a narrow service lane when the bolts on the metal wall to his left rattled in unison. Something inside had been set to trap them. "Stop," he said. Lucy dropped immediately. The foreman backed off too. A second later, two rows of high-voltage sprayers detonated overhead, and white arcs of electricity whipped through the passage. If Noah hadn't heard the frequency shift first, all three of them would have been cooked.