Bram’s first code produced a red line across the little panel and no sound from the lock.
He covered the keypad with his hand for a moment. Eli could not tell whether he was hiding an old habit or resisting the impulse to enter the same numbers again. Then Bram stepped away so Sera could see the door.
“Revoked,” he said.
“Or no power,” Juno said.
The panel brightened under a second pulse and displayed the rejection again. Bram gave it a humorless glance.
“That part works.”
Behind them, Tessa finished directing the injured woman toward the entrance medics. Her account had given them the newer stair turn, but not a way through this locked service door. The team remained in a delivery corridor crowded with empty wheeled cages. Beyond a shutter, someone was moving furniture with short, furious scrapes.
Bram pointed toward a glazed recess on the other side of the corridor.
