The helmet finally off, Chase looked around the room. Maybe it had once been some sort of large conference room or classroom. Now, it was empty except for the dozens of cheap, archaic metal folding chairs that filled it. Wires and cables ran everywhere, weaving their way along the floor and across the ceiling. Single strands hung down and swung lazily over the chairs, while other lines were draped casually across the backs of others. He was guided forward by a tall, redheaded boy with near-glowing opal cybereyes, and led to a chair at the center of the room. These chairs were better, but only slightly. Maybe they'd been taken from an office.