Doctor Alaric Whitlock slid his keycard, then pressed his thumb against the biometric scanner of the room labeled X-2213–Keter. The door whooshed open and he grinned when he saw Wren lounging on her couch, playing her switch.

“Good morning,” he greeted her as he walked over to his usual spot on the recliner. “I heard you managed to talk Asmodeus into allowing you a mini fridge.”