Phoebe's POV
After breaking into the surveillance systems covering every entrance and exit of the deserted steel plant, plus the cameras monitoring the parking areas, I quickly located the vehicle that had just arrived.
The car sat near what looked like a basement access point, barely visible under the weak glow of a single streetlamp. Without my thorough search, I would've missed it completely.
"Found them," I said, grinning as I pressed enter. My screen fractured into a dozen smaller displays, and there in one of them was Burton's unmistakable silhouette in his wheelchair.
Lucas moved closer to study the footage. "They're heading for the basement. You think the lab's really down there?"
Alan gave a firm nod. "Has to be underground. Only way to keep a secret lab hidden from prying eyes."
