“The code,” a distorted voice said. “You entered it. We saw the power draw from the panel. Give us the wingp key code, and you walk out.”
Leo let out a shaky breath. “Marta. That was insane.” proface wingp key code
The footage was grainy, shot from a fixed camera in Wingp Station B—the very spot where she now stood. A man in a ProFace lab coat sat on a stool, trembling. His hands were bound with zip ties. Another man, face obscured by a respirator mask, stood behind him holding a tablet. “The code,” a distorted voice said
“Marta,” Leo said from behind her, voice tight. “We have company.” face obscured by a respirator mask