The command center was chaos. It had been set up in the heart of their home, a storm of frantic energy. Reed was at the main console, his face a mask of grim determination, his fingers flying across holographic displays showing blueprints of the sealed Atlas sub-basement. Laken paced behind him, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, her face pale.

“I’m reading a localized dimensional fold,” Elena reported from a secondary station, her voice tight. “It’s a perfect ...