The subterranean command center of Archive Zero hummed with a low, relentless rhythm as cooling fans worked overtime to keep the server racks from overheating. Rows of glowing monitors cast harsh blue light across the concrete walls, and the faces of the team gathered around the main tactical table. Asher River stood near the center of the room, his arms folded across his chest and his eyes fixed on the handcuffed regional handler who sat slumped in a metal chair. The handler looked defeated, his expensive suit wrinkled and stained, his spirit thoroughly broken after having his prized data core ripped out by Asher bare-handed just hours before. General Hale stood beside Asher, leaning slightly on his cane while glaring down at the captive with a cold, hardened stare born from decades of military service. In the center of the steel table sat the captured regional handler's encrypt