Daniel waited for Fresco outside the door. "Time for chow. You'll need your strength."

Fresco snorted. "Yes, Dad." But his stomach agreed with his brother, so Fresco followed without further complaint.

The quiet halls hummed with old energy, decades of use etched into the concrete walls and worn floor tiles of the place. Most of the lights didn't work, drenching the corridors in shadow, but Daniel moved with confidence and Fresco could see just enough not to trip over ...