The blood drained from his face and his entire body seemed to go pale as pain and the fear of the worst-case scenario gripped his heart, forcing Chief Bobby Marlecl to his knees in the dimly lit control room of the underground black sight that was being used for the first time in over a decade.
His mind was overwhelmed by trying to process the true horror of the situation that was playing out in real-time in the very heart of Central, in the one place where such things should not happen. Like the impending explosion, it struck him.
Those bastards had an inside man and not just any inside man. It had to be someone who had intimate knowledge of not only the Central Command Headquarters Building and its extremely few hard-to-exploit vulnerabilities or gaps in its security system and vast array of sensors and cameras, but the daily operational procedures of those who worked in the building even during a lockdown.
