The storm outside the dome was no longer light. It was sound — low, droning, immense. A resonance that vibrated through the metal frame of Gray’s tent, through her bones, through the air itself.

Every system around her screamed warnings in a dozen different tones, red and amber lights strobing across the consoles. She shut out the noise, fingers moving faster than she could think, forcing command lines through failing interfaces.

The network wasn’t just sealed — it was rewriting ...